[Lockon's breath is coming in harsh and ragged pants, now, and without the filtering effect of the helmet visor the bright lights of the TARDIS make him screw up his eyes. Whoever it is says something that's muffled to his ears by his slowly blacking-out brain, but before he recovers enough to focus on...anything, really, she pulls him up - and it hurts, shifting his ribs and pressing on the burns on his back. It's too much, on top of everything, and he can't even find the strength to push away, just give an agonised hiss and lie limply in her arms. With the pain overwhelming his system, he doesn't register Haruhi's words, or Doctor's approach.]