He tries to speak, but is silenced by blood slipping back into his throat. He gurgles for a moment, forces himself to cough it up, and then turns out-of-focus eyes on her.

"Tauriel?" He's pretty sure that's her voice, anyways. She's too blurry to properly make out. His glasses are laying on the ground a bit away, one lens cracked. Another one of the women picks them up, musing to herself.

"You know, it's really hard to see your eyes when you wear these. I guess that's the point. Isn't that right... Dr. Lorenzo von Matterhorn?"