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

Okay.  So, Zane was a coward.  He absolutely was internally (and a little externally) whimpering with pain already, and this guy poking around was only going to make things hella worse.  But he did not do well with dying, because call him crazy, but he liked being alive?  And when the doc raised those stakes to him, he had a minor crisis of fears.

Tell you what, doc. Zane answered, visibly blanching, but trying very hard to keep it together.  You get me somethin to eat and I'll let you take a look.  Just... be careful, alright?  Most of his bravado dropped, but he tried (failingly) to pick it up again.  He was going to die here, and of course there was no pretty nurse to send him on his way.  Just some dude (who Zane one hundred percent appreciated, but damn).

The other predators bit only made it even worse, and Zane began to cast around for a place to hide in the meantime.  He was on a beach, so there was relatively sparse cover available.  Shit.  Were there bears here?  God he fucking hated bears.  He'd never seen one all that close up, but he'd run from a few, and holy fuck he never wanted to meet one when he couldn't run.  Which... would be now.

The guy was nice enough, patching him up, and Zane was likely far from an ideal patient.  Whiny, impatient, and nervous, he likely grated Holland's nerves more than enough to discourage any extended care.  By the end he was no longer bleeding out, though, and was able to make his way south once more.