Beck tried to roll over, sucking in quick little breaths as the pain continued to climb. His vision started to get blurry....there were black spots all over his vision......

Hang on, Beck. Breathe.

If he passed out now, he wouldn't be waking up, would he?

He gritted his teeth, and struggled to stay awake. As the girl slid down the tree, he reached for his arrows that rested on his back. With a lot more effort than he liked, Beck managed to slip one out, and held onto it with a shaking hand, giving her the most intimidating glare he could. "Don't."

Something in him snapped. He remembered what this was called: fight or flight. Adrenalin. A hormone in the User body that kicked in their survival instinct. "Leave m'be."