"- punctured goddamn lung. Bloody lucky I'm not an idiot. Christ, these fingers. The fuck kind of idea was that? Grabbing a bloody dagger by the blade. Sliced yourself to the fucking bone didn't you?" She groaned, and he quieted. She could just barely his cool fingers on her left hand, could feel a sort of lightness stealing over the digits that had, in fact, been sliced very deeply. "Minnie? I can't stop here just yet, but don't try and talk. Just... move your right hand or make a noise if you can hear me."