Bridget could just feel her hand on his and, had he been in his usual stateof mind, would have blushed. As it was, he smiled and tried to hold her hand in a reassuring way. Fingers twitched. "S-sorry," he managed. "I-I can't... make a ... good p-pillo-w r-right now."

Shivering meant his body was trying to warm itself, which meant he wasn't falling into the last stages of shock from blood loss. He was still hovering in the middle, but at least he wouldn't die .... right away.