He's still alive, but if he doesn't get medical attention, he's not going to stay that way for long. He rolls his head to the side to look at Rabbit. His lips move. He's wheezing with every breath. "Jaime," he finally manages. "Rosado. It hurts. It hurts!"

From the way Lindianne winces when he squeezes her hand, it's obvious that the kid's in a lot of pain. He flinches every time Rabbit touches the bullet wounds. And every time he flinches, it hurts worse. There's a long, low whine in the back of his throat. "I didn't do anything," he manages after a moment. "Stop."

"Easy," Lindianne interjects. "Don't hurt yourself." She looks up at Rabbit from her location at the Cleaner's side. "Let's hope nobody else has to die. Kinda had enough of it for one day."