Luca shook his head. He couldn't risk a hospital. But somehow, he knew that this man was a doctor of some sort, and maybe he knew what sort of blood ran in Luca's veins... And spilled upon the muddy ground. "Get me... Somewhere..." He was shaking from cold and shock. It was hard for him to keep awake, darkness pressing in from the corner of his eyes. He kept blinking and taking steady breaths, ignoring the burning pain of the wound. Why wasn't it healing? Had his uncle used a blessed silver weapon? That would have made sense in the situation. But why hadn't he gone for the heart...?

He shook his head. Right now he had to focus on living. He winced as he was lifted, glad that he was a lot shorter and lighter than the mortal that supported him. "Where... Have a car?" He had never been in one, as his family preferred other means of travel. "Or are we... walking?" He hoped he didn't have to walk far, his body was slowly shutting down, his muscles seizing painfully as he tried to move his legs.