He sits up and gasps, "What happened?" he aks as he looks at her. The wound had only made him go unconscious, because of the loss of blood. He looks at her, biting his lip. He needed blood now, because he had lost too much. "I need to go hunting, I've lost too much blood," he says. He tries to stand up, but falls over. He was too weak to stand up.<span style="font-style: italic">Great! Just great! This is something I don't need.</span>He sits up, but can barely move. "I hate feeling like this," he says. Right now he felt as helpless as a kitten. He tries to stand up again, but falls over again. "God-damnit! I feel so weak," he mutters as he just shakes his head. He felt stupid and useless.