As the oxygeon began returning to his lungs, he found it much easier to concentrate and see. Although, much easier from black didn't exactly mean much. ~Allen... will be okay.~ Though he was injured, he recognized methodical assessment prodding. As Elaine neared his spine, Allen's mind reeled. Everything had still been in tact, however his spinal disks seemed to be knocked out of alignment. ~Please, don't try... to fix. Very delicate.~ He could feel her pain, her worry, her panic. It brought tears to his eyes. ~I am sorry. I blame myself for this.~ Though he found he could move, it was incredibly slow and labored, as if his body were uncertain of its own muscles.