Eugene's thigh was pumping blood and his vision began to waver. He grabbed for Rapunzel's (non-dagger) hand and squeezed it tight while she sang until he felt the familiar warmth from the magic. But, just like it had been earlier (an hour ago? Two?), something about the healing felt wrong. It was taking too long and he could still feel pain. And Rapunzel herself was weakening. As the world came back into focus, Eugene could see that, despite the glowing light from her hair, she looked exhausted and pale.

"Hey," he said, reaching for the frying pan and handing it to her before trying to stand up. The wound on his leg had stopped bleeding, but it hadn't fully closed. It wouldn't take very much to tear it open again. "I'm okay. Listen...I want...I want you and Castiel to go find the x-ray room. Me and Kratos will hold him off." He gave her a pale smile. "Just let me borrow the frying pan, okay? I dropped my little knives."

But then Castiel charged He of the Unpronounceable Name, only to have another version appear next to him and begin squeezing the life out of his injured shoulder. Eugene sagged against the wall. He was finding it very difficult to be shocked at all this magic in a situation like this. Not when the odds of them leaving this hallway relatively intact were growing smaller and smaller by the second.

He had to get Rapunzel away from here.