The puzzle pieces weren't fitting.
"Hunk," Shiro said. "You... Have to?" Maybe? Or maybe he was wrong. He couldn't remember.
Shiro's brows pinched together, his body unconciously leaning back on Hunk's hand. Silently taking the support so he could ease the strain off his own aching body. And he craned his neck back. Unconciously seeking air.
It was hard. With the cold making it burn. With the pain that assualted him every time his chest expanded.
He heard Hunk, and he closed his eyes slowly. Nodding his head in affirmation and trying to assess his body. But it felt like he was a pulsing ball of pain. Radiating from his chest and traveling all the way down.
A wry smile pulled at his mouth. "Everything," he wheezed.
Shiro pried his eyes open again, and turned his head back towards Hunk's leg. Right, no moving. Moving wasn't the right thing. He didn't even want to know what it might look like underneath the armor that was probably the only thing keeping it in place.
His eyes swung upward then. Back towards where they had fell. Narrowing his eyes and straining to keep his mind on task. Dizziness threatening to shatter his thoughts apart until he shook his head.
They had to get out of here, and Shiro knew he couldn't drag Hunk. Even uninjured it would be impossible.
"Paladins," he spoke suddenly into his helmet, "come in."
He waited a moment with shallow breaths, before trying again. "Paladins."
"Keith? Can you hear me? Lance, Pidge?" And in a last ditch attempt, "Princess?"
Wrapping his arms around his chest as if to brace it, Shiro started to collect his legs underneath him. His muscles braced themselves, and he swallowed. This was going to hurt, but he didn't have a choice. There was a real chance something terrible could happen to them if he didn't page the others.
Silver eyes turned back to Hunk. "We have to find your helmet. It might be our only way to call for help."