Brock couldn't reply immediately. The most he could get out was a strangled wheeze as his body tried to decide once and for all if it was going to be conscious or not. It would've been better if he passed out, but no, they'd inherited Peter Parker's bad luck and he was left in a semi-aware state, trying to take a breath and feeling nothing but alternating waves of pain and numbness attacking his body.

They tried to gather their resources and heal enough to be able to walk. Well, the symbiote did most of the work. Brock just lay there with his eyes shut, gasping for air painfully, some of Kasady's blood welling in a trickle down the corner of his mouth as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he was actually hurt and hurt bad.

It seemed to take an eternity before Brock could muster up the strength to speak up. "I..." he coughed. Jesus H Christ, bad idea. "What happened?"

To add insult to injury, he still had the taste of Kasady in his mouth, and he couldn't even spit it out. Disgusting.