He knew the effects and symptoms of shock, and how easy and deceptively inviting that warmth and darkness filling his mind was. He could feel Reid's hands, hear his voice pleading with him to speak. If he could just hold on to that, muster up all of his reserves to say something, he could keep his eyes open for Reid.

For Reid.

All he could think to say, through the fog settling over his mind was, "You okay?"