"All right," Robin lied, the hitch in his voice probably revealing more than he'd like. After some struggle and the sudden certainty that he'd need his chest wrapped before he could breathe comfortably, he managed to gain his feet.

Robin tried to draw his bow and failed; the energy that had surged through his veins a moment before was gone, leaving him reeling. "I'm... I can't..." He sucked a breath through his teeth and tried again. "Ros," and this was the first time he'd addressed her so, the unwarranted familiarity of his tone underlining his unguarded state, "Anders - don't let them..." Every phrase was wheezed out through a clenched jaw. "Get Nathaniel or... someone... help. I'll... clinic."

The door to the Hold wasn't far, fortunately. Robin took cover, his back to the wall, his arm pressed protectively to his side.