[Knives accepts the help, however reluctant, but he thinks he almost blacks out -- from pain or exhaustion or both -- on the walk up. When Dolph sets him down, he has to force himself to keep his eyes open. It's beautiful here, nothing like the wasteland he'd left, and it's enough to set him at ease, even a little.]
How? [He manages, struggling to sit up. Apparently even 'sit still' is too much of a tall order for him to follow instructions.] You have nothing with you.
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How? [He manages, struggling to sit up. Apparently even 'sit still' is too much of a tall order for him to follow instructions.] You have nothing with you.
[Medical supplies, he means.]