So, not the Angel of Death this time. Chris marginally relaxed, as much as one could in his condition, but he eyed her uncertainly. She looked like she meant to help at least. Kind of reminded him of Elliot, in a way. He barely felt Connor's motions, just that he was there, which was more than enough for Chris. So long as his mind didn't drift to the last time he had been badly injured, when Leo had hovered there and held on to him near the end.
Chris tried to clear his throat so he could speak, no matter how both motions made him wince. "Alright." Maybe she was a whitelighter in disguise, and just needed to know where he was hurt so she could heal him. It was a fanciful thought, but no more than his hope that Leo would appear and heal him and tell Chris that he'd just been trapped in a parallel world and Piper was still alive and well.