The bullets were out... At least something. But the girl needed help. He wasn't much use like this, but he had to help her... Somehow. To repay the favor. After all, he was a freaking blood-bender, what was he doing here laying on the floor like a ripped rag doll?<br/><br/>The blood, spilled on the floor, slowly started draining, moving back towards his body. With his remaining strength, he closed most of the more serious wounds in his chest and abdomen, his vision going black to the edge of passing out in the process. All of a sudden, breathing was much easier when it was no longer obstructed by bullets and wounds in his lungs. He drew a sharp breath in, moving the less wounded arm over his stomach to stop the urge to throw up after being so suddenly drained of energy.<br/><br/>His head was spinning, but he somewhat managed to roll over, breathing heavily. The world was blurry before his eyes, but he definitely didn't feel as dead as before. By the time that happened, though, the water bender that attacked them was already down - fortunately. He wouldn't have the strength to fight if she attacked him...<br/><br/>His fingers, still coated in crimson, clenched around the metal bender's ankle. He looked up at her, his usually empty-looking eyes mirroring something that could have been gratitude. Pulling his legs closer to his chest, he managed to sit up. "Thanks." he whispered.