[ His breath rattles in his chest as he takes deep, needy gulps of air. Everything turns sparkly-bright as he recovers oxygen, as his brain starts getting enough nutrition and support once more. He coughs once, twice - grabs at the bark behind him - blinks - and then focuses a little fuzzily on the retreating figure before him. ]
no subject
What -
[ Another little cough. A shake of his head. ]
What the hell are you doing?