[He coughs as his race to get here catches up with him, and then he has to bite back a laugh over how that made his wound hurt worse than anything else so far since the knife actually pierced him. Laughing wouldn't be the right thing to do -- too much shit was going down, and he didn't need to look like a lunatic while he was trying to get things fixed.]

It's -- it's not bad. Like I'd let myself get taken out by a measly little stab? Come on, Rover.

[But, yeah, this still sucks, hm. Inside time, now.]

I just gotta, uh, lay down. There's more important shit for you to worry about than this.