William had just Passed out, Probably from blood loss and now he was the one in a medical emergency. Ironic. He saw in a fever dream esque illusion he saw two girls standing over him. He motioned to his pocket where he had some healing powder. A minuscule amount but it might save his life and what does he have to lose? There was one problem however, He physically couldn't move his arm so in a rasped broken sentence he mumbled "In... my... poke...ther...is ... hea... powde..." These were the only words he could get out hopefully they would understand.