Haunted Wood Mama, we all go to hell

Conciousness slowly returns to his mind. Pain. So much pain. He's had some bad wounds before, but this feels different. 
Nix stands over him, no pity in his cold yellow eyes. "Get up." He orders. Memory whines, tries feebly to move his body, but the wound on his neck makes him fall back to the ground again. "If you don't get up you will die here. Did I really waste my time for you to be killed by a soft little runt?" The voice is a soft growl in his ear. He is vaguely aware of voices in the darkness, his eye swollen shut already. "My.....fault...." He groaned. It hurt to talk. "Pushed...too....hard..."