Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was right, Pidge needed to calm down but that was difficult to do. Their breathing was fast, erratic, panicked, so they focused on that first. Listened to his advice. In two three, out two three. In two three, out two three. It was difficult to wrestle their breathing under control but it was better. Better than focusing on the pain. On the plus side it also helped clear their head. Thoughts less scrambled by the panic. Now, they definitely wouldn't be working out any major math problems, and neither were they quite ready to tackle what had just happened, but it was progress.
This time they stifled their flinch when Keith went to bandage their leg, let him deal with it to focus on their breathing. In two three, out two three. Wherever he touched, even just briefly, even though he was helping them, it made their skin crawl. He had hurt them, fuck. Slashed them with his sword. And they were friends. Keith was their brother. In two three, out two three.
Pidge knew, before Keith did, that Green was getting close. She had started purring, trying to help calm them down. That helped. They focused on the purring too, almost missing what Keith was saying.
Hospital. Right. They needed to get to a hospital. In two three, out two three. They were starting to feel lightheaded, groggy. A little dizzy. Blood loss. It had to be a lot of fucking blood they were losing. Jesus, he hadn't, they hadn't....
For the first time, Pidge risked a glance. Gritted their teeth, pushed up on their elbows and looked at their leg. Or rather, what was left of their leg. Just above the knee, their left leg had nearly been sliced completely through, hanging on by just a bit of sinew. It was completely disconnected which was a surreal experience. They could see the bone, the muscle... Pidge had never really been all that squeamish but they felt like throwing up. They flopped back down on their back, not quite sure as to whether the sounds they were making were sobs or groans. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Calm went flying out the window. "My leg. My leg!"
How could he - how were they supposed to - fuck they needed to calm down. They sucked in a shaky deep breath, then gulped down another one. In two three, out two three.
Green arrived. Touched down not too far from them, probably landing a little harder than necessary. This close, fury was washing over Pidge in waves through the bond. Muddled up their own feelings towards the situation. "Green's here," they murmured, faintly, unnecessarily.