Ambrose Priphea
Ambrose's world swirled around him, despite how he wanted to watch his friends to be sure they were okay. He reached up to his neck and gripped it lightly, although he knew that nothing he could do with his thought could help him. With every passing day, he could feel how each breath brought him less air and that each exhale felt thinner and thinner. He worried that if he could not live or take care of himself, how he would help the others - his friends. In his thoughts, he was unaware of the movements around him, despite how he should have been watching.
However, Claes' yell to wake up brought him out of his thoughts. Well, this wasn't good. He jumped to his feet as quickly as he could and looked around, oxygen slow to reach his brain causing a light-headedness. He gasped best he could for air as he frantically looked around. He quickly began to sign, but then realized it did him little good - Claes was blind and he wasn't sure if Kat had woken up. Damn! He opened his mouth to force his voice out, but very little came out - choking and wheezing mostly, and sometimes he coughed.
"Y.... kah... hah... uh... er..." Feeling his throat tighten and a throb of pain appear in his thought, he knew that he was doing nothing to help himself. Coughing, he could feel warm liquid splash on the back of his tongue. Pushing it to the front, he recognized the metallic taste, and touching his tongue for further examination only confirmed that it was blood. He went silent, frightened - Now how would they find Aria?