Corran sagged against the wall, and then began to slide down it. His robes were soaked through with sweat, his head was pounding, and his heart was hammering as if it would burst from his chest. He could still feel Tycho's agony, having taken it upon himself so that his friend could "live" the vision he'd asked for.
With nothing to preclude his descent, he slumped fully to the ground, landing on his right side. He tried to summon the Force, to try and replenish his diminished levels of energy, but he couldn't even muster the concentration for that. Pain suffocated him, his vision distorted as his eyes rolled back into his head, then thankfully the blackness took him.