"Oh my god! Rob!"
A flash of wind, hands ghosting over him.
"Rob? Dude, can you hear me? Talk to me, man!"
"He's unconscious, Kid. Artemis, can you untie him?"
A sharp intake of breath. "Those animals! They used razor wire to tie him up."
Pressure suddenly released; his arms flopped uselessly to his sides, and he tipped forward.
"Whoa! Hang in there, buddy."
Gentle hands caught him. There was movement at his ankles, and suddenly he was being lifted up by strong arms.
"That's a lot of blood," the voice was grim.
"His nose is bleeding! That's a bad sign, isn't it?! Is he going to be okay?"
"Calm down. It's likely a side effect from the mind attack. Let's get him back to the bioship."
He smelled sweat and salt as the one holding him began moving swiftly, but gently. The voices faded, but the gentle movement followed him back into the darkness.