Redhawk Caldera idk what to name this

a woman came to his aid, a woman who so resembled his wife that castor half-feared he'd gone mad with pain and infection. but she was nothing like the woman he'd tried so hard to love, that much was apparent in her demeanor and those first businesslike words she spoke. there was an energy to her that his wife had never possessed, a liveliness of manner that suggested a strong personality. these things passed through his mind in a hazy blink of a moment, and in the next second he forgot them. she was asking him questions.
wolf, he mumbled with great effort, not because speaking was painful but because it demanded more energy than he possessed. challenger. wanted the pack... and it had been his in death, hadn't it? for just a heartbeat, it had been his. a moment of lucidity passed over him like a brief parting of clouds, and he abruptly tried to stand, irrationally mortified by the situation. his efforts were feeble and fruitless, however, and if anything he only succeeded in hindering the medic's work.