"Joan — " It's a wheeze, she caught him right in the diaphragm, he has to catch his breath. One hand scoops under her head to try and stop her from hitting it again. "Shhh. You ain't dying today. C'mon, you're giving up like that? I don't think so." He tries for a laugh, but it comes out stricken and he has to swallow hard.

Wiping the blood away from her forehead with his sleeve, he murmurs, "A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you."