Make the most out of no time

A few holes remained in the ceiling letting crisp night air and moonlight filter through in strange and even columns. It was a desperate move on the alchemist's part, but he knew he'd not be able to make it to the infirmary on his own, and in his addled and pain-exploded brain had not even consider Sam's ascended strength. Feeling Sam against him created a small smile of relief that he'd found his way inside the earthen-semi-sphere, as well as a stonewall of agony as the ascended's weight pressure against his wounded shoulder. With a bright gasp of pain, Remi's lashes fluttered as his eyes rolled back slightly, but the alchemist bit down on the cry building in the back of his throat. "Sh-shh---s-h" He managed through a shaky breath, trying to wrap his arm around Sam but finding his muscles more or less unwilling to cooperate. Giving Sam a gentle squeeze as his hand was taken—one of the only places on his body having avoided any sort of injury—Remi tried to take a few deep breaths and settle the near-constant flares of pain running up and down his sides. ""Sam—" He whispered, chest rising and falling unsteadily. "—are you....al-right?" He managed, trying to turn his head slightly to see the man, but unable to use the muscles in his stomach to raise his eyeline up. Instead, he merely pressed his cheek and jaw against the copper hair that he could not see, feeling the matted blood there. remi Too long till I drown in your hands