Johnny paid little to the mans words, everything just kinda blended together in a haze of pain and injury. The only respite he found before his vision became too blurry was that, through some miracle, The Van pulled through in one piece. He could relax with that knowledge. The man brought him a first aid kit and began to do what he could, which wasn't much. The kit had some salves and Band-Aids to help with the injuries but they couldn't fix anything big, just soothe. At this point, pain and adrenaline was the only thing keeping him conscious. Everything hurt. His head hurt, his chest hurt, his [i]insides[/i] hurt, just...everything was aching. Slowly it seemed whatever deity had spared him from the shrapnel just wanted to see him die from internal bleeding.  

[color=0054a6]"I'm going to die, aren't I?"[/color] he said a little weakly, the emotion oozing out of him like the blood from his temple.