Each breath was a hollow rasp, but he was still breathing at least.
“I’ll be fine-” he whispered, feeling her energy accelerating his own healing. He wasn’t the fastest, but he had some at least, otherwise he wouldn’t’ve survived his original hail of bullets in Sokovia.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.” he murmured, almost sliding to his knees. “It’s fine. Nyet. You can stop.” he tried to ease away from her hand, coughing and wiping the back of his hand over his mouth to get rid of the excess blood.
“I got you out, though.” he looked back at the suffocating building. “We still need to get ut of here.” pale eyes turned back to the half-goddess woman, full of worry. “We need to get away before others arrive. Give me - just a minute - and I will be strong enough to get us away again.”
She wasn’t sure if she should listen to him or not. What did it matter, all these efforts, all that energy consumed, if they ended up dying here anyway? Lillian bit down her lower lip, and ended up removing her hand from his stomach.
❝ Yes- you did. Thanks. ❞ She tried to smile in response, but only a small, saddened rictus lifted the corner of her lips. ❝ But you can’t do it again. This is too risky… ❞ She shook her head negatively, tilting it towards the building, then towards a forest nearby. ❝ -We only need to go through here and… find an open space. And try to send a distress call. ❞ She taped the small communicator on her chest with the tip of her finger, hoping it would still work and hadn’t been damaged by the toxic fumes.