He starts to yell as soon as he sees that Charlie's falling away from him, that he's dying that this is real. No actual words are coming from him, no pleas for Charlie to be alive, no begging, no swearing, simply yelling, trying to cling to Charlie even though he knows there's no hope, that Charlie's gone.

He's still yelling as he wakes up with a start, his back aching terribly from the stitched up wounds, his heart pounding so hard he swears he can hear it nearly beating out of his chest. He's breathing as though he's just sprinted a mile, and he's still not sure what's a dream and what's reality.