Collin was surprised, it seems Will had forgotten about the wound on his head, he was sure it had to hurt, he knew he ached all over and was struggling to just keep going. When Will moved aside, Collin took his place once more, putting pressure on the wound, hoping that soon the bleeding would stop. How much could someone bleed before it would be too late? No, he shouldn't think like that, but everything already had gone so horribly wrong he couldn't help it. May needed a hospital, trained doctors and possibly stitches, not crusty t-shirts and sand in her wound.

A small croak sounded from her and he leaned over, trying to hear. She coughed, a hoarse sound that wracked her whole body. "I'm here." He tried to reassure her, still keeping the pressure on her leg. Another moan on pain escaped her, he worried he was pressing too hard, but Will had said to tightly press, so he continued to do so.

"W-water..." Came the hoarse voice, sounding nothing like the girl he knew. Frantically, Collin looked around. She couldn't drink from the sea, it would only make things worse, but he wasn't sure there was a source of fresh water available. His own throat screamed for something as well, but he tried to ignore it. Will couldn't have gotten too far, "She needs water!" He called out in desperation, afraid to remove the pressure from her leg to go in search of some. Another dry rasp caught his attention and he shifted the pressure on her leg, using just one hand, holding her hand with his free one. "Shh." He soothed, hoping Will would be able to find something.