There was blood, but there didn't seem to be a great deal of it, and the trauma to his leg was hard to see with the dark cloth of his pants and the dimness of the ruined building. He passed out temporarily from the pain but by the time she returned with the splint, he was awake, too black coal spots of his eyes gleaming in the blackness. "Still here," he said, rather hoarsely, not attempting to sit up.