Bridget winced when he moved, a good sign since he was actually feeling pain. Not really thinking about it, he took the pills, dry-swallowing them without too much difficulty, then sighed.

"Hemorrhage..." He had memorized all of this, but he couldn't get his thoughts together. "Need to .... lie down, arms above ... m' heart." His breath was coming fast and shallow and he was having a hard time speaking. "Shock...." All color had drained from his face and he couldn't focus. He was cold and thirsty.

Very thirsty.