Aaron's first response to her was a cough that left him shuddering as he felt his ribcage expand and contact, sending waves of pane cascading through his body. He looked up ate er. He wasn't sure why she was sorry? She hadn't been the root cause of any of this. He shifted, slowly and painfully so he could at least face her and lookout her as he spoke between labored breathes. "Don't apologize." He coughed again, pausing for a moment till the pain subsided he continued to speak, his voice low and raspy. "It's not your fault. As for walking." He said between labored breathes, he shifted, attempting to sit up.<br/><br/>The first few moments were pure agony, but he clamped down his jaw and clenched a hand as he shifted to only rest himself against the back of the wall. Panting he shook his head, "I don't know. I don't think I can walk by myself at least." He could feel a banging sensation growing in his ribs as he labored to breath. You could hear his wheezing clearly if you were standing in the room. HIs eyes fell to the still barely clothed girl in front of him. "He's never going to leave you alone. And helping me will make things worse for you."<br/><br/>He was going to die. He was sure of it. And all he knew was that he had been the cause of his own death— it was his own thought, his invention, innovation that had brought him here.