Kon was sweating a cold sweat and his eyes were looking out of focus as he sat down.

"Teleporter--teleporter did it. Wound's pretty clean, just--"

It was just gone. Like that. He still hadn't really come to grips with that thought. He'd been hurt really bad before, even lost his hand before, but that'd been right before he'd died. In general, he was not used to injuries like this, not used to being...vulnerable.

"S'just the bleeding."