Totoka River If you were a phaser on Star Trek, you'd be set to stun

Zane was fairly positive he was definitely dying.  In reality, his wounds weren't all that horrible, but the dude had the pain tolerance of a toddler.  Worse, actually - the pain tolerance of a toddler who really, really wanted mom's attention and didn't give a shit about anything else right now.

He'd made it to the coast, which was apparently the direction he'd randomly run, on pure panic.  Now that he hit the point where he couldn't run more, however, he sank down into the sand with a piteous whimper.  Damn, why did she have to turn out to be such a bitch?  His handsome figure, cut down in it's prime, and not even anyone to fuss over or mourn him.

Zane closed his eyes and let the melodrama play out.  That chick would come find him, after the fact, because she regretted being so batshit and much preferred his charm to that asshole she was with.  She'd find his body, cry over it, regret all that bullshit... wow, yeah, that was pretty damn good.  Though he could really, really do without the dying part.

A nap though, would be lovely.  Just... look.  He was gonna shut his eyes for a few blinks, and then he could wake up and get on with dying with style.  Or not.  Zane slipped into a sleep that was part exhaustion, part blood loss, and likely dreamt some ridiculous thing like Valmua finding him and apologizing and telling him what a fucking stud he was.  Which... y'know, fair.  In his dreams.