[He honestly doesn't know where that voice comes from, just faintly over the pounding pulse in his ears. Or even if it's real (some particularly cruel joke by an oxygen starved mind...) But whatever it is, he no longer has it in him to argue it down.
He lifts his hand, waving it to catch SOME attention. HERE. HERE! PLEASE OVER HERE.]
Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening
He lifts his hand, waving it to catch SOME attention. HERE. HERE! PLEASE OVER HERE.]