He collapsed into her arms, not bothering to try and soften the weight of his fall, not able to, and whimpered. He could smell blood -- wanted it, needed it -- but everything still hurt. At his point he was hysterically certain that he couldn't eat even if he wanted to, his jaw all but paralyzed, and even if he could, that would require moving and that would hurt more and God, all he wanted was for the pain to stop. Maybe Lydia would be merciful and put him out of his misery, if she was here at all and not some hopeful hallucination brought on by the coming of the end.