He winces a little as the truck starts, pushing them off towards the horizon that was now slowly beginning to bruise with the fall of night-time, the jolting and sudden movement sending flashes of shooting pain through his side, up his spine; it almost makes his teeth rattle. He chews the inside of his cheek to avoid making any involuntary noises and chooses to focus on the wing-mirror by his door, hoping that if he can hone in on something external, anything, even the uniformity of the desert rolling behind them, he can blot out the pain, and worse, the stress of worrying that he might slow them down, or get them killed.
His left hand is clammy, gripped tightly around the handgun, while his right struggles to keep his wound compressed, beginning to shake and quiver. Each time he feels it slip, he regroups, pushes the cloth back against the wound, not daring to pull it away and see if the bleeding has stopped. There will be time for that later, but not now. He grits his teeth, leans his head against the frame of the Rig’s window, open now so that he can feel the chill of the night on his face. The cab is hot, stuffy - beads of sweat drip from his hairline, down his temple. He takes long, deep breaths, trying to reinvigorate his body with cold air alone.
He looks over at Furiosa, eyes focused on the road, seemingly determined on nothing more than getting them home safely. He admits then to himself that he finds some comfort in her being there - not to say that he hadn’t been in situations like this before, because he had, and almost certainly would do again. His body, were you to look at it now, is hardly the one he was born with anymore. He wonders when he’ll become more scar tissue than skin. Wonders whether it’s already happened. No, this wasn’t the first time, but with someone there, it became a lot less easy to just give up. That’s not to suggest that he would - only that it was a possibility. With Furiosa behind the wheel? No. She wouldn’t, so how could he?
He tries to laugh - it comes out more like a ragged cough. “Would you consider pulling the trigger to be ‘overexertion?’”