[Charlie takes a few gasps for air, trying desperately to clear his vision. God, he's so tired, but he knows for a fact that if he closes his eyes, he isn't going to open them again. He grits his teeth and pushes through, cutting away wires on Ranboo's legs and the biggest tangle of them around their waist.]

He's fucking dead. No way he's surviving that.

[He licks his lips and tastes iron, and it's only then that he seems to realize what he's done.]

Oh god. Y-Yeah. Yeah, he's definitely dead. I... definitely killed him.

[His laughter is quiet, but still unsettling in his own ears.]

Can you... can you move your head out, or do I need to find a latch?

[He uses one of the monitors to support himself as he painfully drags himself to his feet.]