[The moment he's freed from Carl's grasp, Jesse drops back onto the floor with a hard thud. But - though his skin's going sickly grey - he's not dead or unconscious yet. Sliding on hands and knees through the puddle of his blood, he crawls further out of Carl's reach, making it several feet before he collapses again. That's as far as he'll be able to manage until his regeneration kicks up. Assuming his heart doesn't stop first.
Pressing his hands to the worst of his wounds, Jesse pushes back against the wall until he's sitting up, turning his eyes to Joel and Carl. He tries to say something to Joel, but when his mouth opens, it's just blood that comes pouring out. He coughs and gags and tries again, mouthing voicelessly: Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him. He knows how Joel can be when he's in a panic.]
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Pressing his hands to the worst of his wounds, Jesse pushes back against the wall until he's sitting up, turning his eyes to Joel and Carl. He tries to say something to Joel, but when his mouth opens, it's just blood that comes pouring out. He coughs and gags and tries again, mouthing voicelessly: Don't hurt him. Don't hurt him. He knows how Joel can be when he's in a panic.]