Bridget closed his eyes when she started to dress the worst of the bites on his left forearm. He wondered, in a distant way, if he would lose the use of that hand. He heard her voice order him to 'stay with me', so he forced his eyes open and weakly smiled up at her.

"Sorry," he managed just before choking on a gasp when she hit a particularly painful spot. He lost a bit of time there, and when he was next conscious, Kagura was already wrapping his arm up.

"thank...s" His breath was still coming in short, ragged pants. A good thing, since it meant his body was still fighting for life. He could kind of think and he was still aware of what was going on around him. Good things. Maybe he'd live after all.