The loss of blood, the exhaustion, and the pain were all becoming too much. Even as he continued to try and struggle, weakly, desperate for one last chance to drag himself out of the room and find someone to help him, damn it all, Caim could see the edges of his vision fading. His fingers were going numb, dulling the broken sensation; his feet were likewise.

It wouldn't be much longer now, something in the back of his head murmured even as his jaw opened to try and snarl for air, for fighting, for blood, for help. Soon he was going to pass out, and after that ...

I can't die yet! I can't die before finding her ... before getting out of here ...