Shit is fucked. She'd laugh, because something is telling her that's funny somehow but the rest of everything that's happening is just—

Too much. Too much pain, too many thoughts, too much blood in the air that feels like its smothering her. The blood loss on top of everything else makes holding onto consciousness near impossible, and she forces her eyes open again, loosely grasps the wrist of the woman helping her, and is about to try to cobble together a response or a word, anything, struggling with even remembering what it was that felt important to say.

"Captain," Ruby starts, when her eyes roll back and consciousness slips away from her.

For the best, probably.