Hideaway Strath look at the fire and think of me

Even through the blackness of his unconscious state, fire began to spread through his body. He could feel it radiating from certain points, covering him, overtaking him. For a few moments, Nathaniel was lost in the void, surrounded by scathing tongues of flame.
The frantic licks to his face roused him, as did Mona's voice, but he could not understand her words. He understood nothing for a moment-- nothing but the fact that she was here, she was alive. But... was she hurt? Finally he cracked one eye open, a distant, hazy expression on his face. The ex-soldier assessed her quickly, and through his fog a thought appeared.
I didn't hurt you, did I? He spoke without moving, voice rough. Nat did not speak more, did not move, but he kept his one eye open and on her. The other, he quickly realized, was soaked with blood-- he dared not open it to the metallic sting. For now, he breathed, told himself he was still alive, and waited for her answer. There would be time to move himself.