Lee rested on his left hand and knees, unable to look up for several minutes as he caught his breath. His right arm hung limply, cracking every now and then. He hardly recognized the pain. Too much of his mind was centered on breathing, and what was left of it was desperately trying to force him to look up and check on his friends.

He heard a voice from somewhere to his side and attempted to focus on that. Lloyd. Right, Lloyd was hurt and very close. It was probably him.

"Fine," Lee coughed weakly, moving to sit back on his heels. He blinked up, trying to focus on his comrades. Flora and Lloyd blurred before him, over-correcting before finally settling into focus. "'m fine. Are you...?"