"You're not alone. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere," said Kakashi || @thecopynin-kakashi
The pain was unending. Sasuke has been maimed, stabbed, amputated, and all the likes his entire life but never did his body ever think to acclimate to the searing feeling of laceration and abrasion. It would have pissed him off, if he existed in any sort of mind to be mad about it.
A voice spoke to him, reeling in his attention with compassion ( or the very chaste form thereof ) and he followed it, grasping desperately at any anchor that presented itself before him.
In this case, his good arm shot out, gripping his former sensei at the sleeve and with all the ungodly strength in his body, yanking him down. Not that it was a rational response, but Sasuke had to confirm if this was a human before him and not a ghost trying to claim his soul.
"When-" he coughed, staining his good clothes with even more blood," why are you here?"