His eyes opened with shock even though this was expected. Well, not the whole gutting with a dino rib, but death, this death, was pretty much fated. His hand clutched at the bloody fossil even though he knew pulling the thing out would make things a thousand times worse. The sharp pain in his neck was far more of a surprise.

One hand reached up at the wound even as the other still tugged at the rib in his stomach. A memory pokes at him. A memory of dying slowly and painfully. Of being afraid and then of...oh.

"Pu-" There's no air or time for him to do anything more than mouth the word. He had a friend. Dying hadn't been so bad with a friend. Next time. Next time he'd have a friend again.