[Connor huffs when pressure is put on the wound, grimacing but keeping most of his reaction strictly internalized. He wants to do this, to carry out his promise and get Sean to safety, no matter what ended up happening to him.

When they finally get to the open land outside the city, Connor pulls over off the interstate and reclines his seat, breathing heavily. It's not shock, but it's getting there, and he has to push himself to focus on the here and now. It helps, when he catches Sean around the back of the neck and has the chance to look him in the eye.]

Sean. Doll. You know I like listening to you, but you really need to stop and focus, here. There's gauze, alcohol and painkillers in the kit.