"You could sti-" His breath goes out of him and he struggles to get it back in order to finish speaking. "Still survive this."

Sam may be in denial, but Albert's accepted his fate. Sam may well change his mind too once he sees the mess of Albert's stomach as he leans him back. Through the shredded, bloodstained remains of the parka, pieces of meat and stringy flesh can be seen to barely conceal the curve of intestines underneath. Muscle is raw and shines in the dim light of the cave, spasming here and there visibly as Albert is forced to settle against the wall. What he needs is a hospital, doctors, anesthesia, and surgery and even then he wouldn't be likely to survive. What can one pararescue with a med kit do?

He coughs and his torn open abdomen twitches with the action, blood flecking Albert's lower lip.