Don't Know If You Love Me or You Want Me Dead

The chin of his helmet clicks against his breastplate and he startles. ‘I’ll get up in just a minute’ he tells himself. He just needs to stand up. Several minutes pass and he still hasn’t moved. His foot twitches and he’s not sure how much time has passed since he called Cara for help. His arm feels far too heavy as he grips the wall behind him. There’s frost gathering on his bracer and visors. Every joint is stiff. Getting upright seems to take hours, and once he straightens up, he blacks out.He comes back to awareness on his back, looking up at Paz’s visor. He feels far away from his body.