"I am trying to stay awake." He coughed some more, turning his head to the side in case something came up. "This is not your fault. I should have not taken a nap in the library, and just... just floated away or something. I should not have engaged a group with guns, knowing I had no way to defend me-self. This is on me and not you, luv."

He would have squeezed Ilya's hand if he could, but one arm was too damaged to move, the other had that bullet in his shoulder, and he REALLY did not want to aggrivate his injuries.

"We're going to be okay. The teachers will find us, get me some medical attention, and chew me out for being bloody stupid, again. It will be just like it's always been. And then... then we'll go eat together..." He was rambling, trying to keep himself awake. Though now there was the possibility he was finally going into shock.