He's not sure he wants to know where she's taking him. Everything blurs as he runs, surprisingly fast, and he's at her mercy. At least, numb as he is, he can't feel the damage being done--but even then, she's being more careful than he expects.

He keeps trying to move, to flex his fingers, not nothing really responds. Even breathing is harder, but at least he can breath and he struggles to speak through his chest and throat.

"What..." It comes out hisses through his teeth, his jaw not moving like he'd want it to. He doesn't even know what he wants to say, just that he doesn't want to be so stiff.