Yancy really took the brunt of the collision; Raleigh'd walked away with scrapes and bruises and bandages but Yancy...

Yancy was the one fighting for his life, barely hanging on. Raleigh, in turn, is barely hanging on, clinging to the last vestiges of life, just like Yancy.

"Thanks," he says hollowly, a hysterical little chuckle bubbling up, and -- he can't peel himself away from Chuck yet. "For coming."