"Don't you worry about me, love," he murmured, his voice distant and tired. The world was beginning to lose focus, the emergency light overhead blurring in his vision. He closed his eyes, running his hand down his chest again, but he slowed and stopped halfway down. If he passed out... He laughed quietly, turning his head to the side again to look at her. "You can't let me die," he reminded her, shaking a finger in her direction. "You... you need me alive, love." He felt dizzy, and cold, and he shivered, laughing again. "I have somethin' you want, love, an' you can't get it back if I'm dead." Another laugh, and he dropped his hand back down onto his chest, shaking his head at her. "I've got somethin' you want," he repeated, his voice trailing off into little more than a whisper. His eyes drifted shut, and it was a long moment before he forced himself to open them again.