"I don't think the dragons were much help," Theon says, voice thready, trying to hold on even as stranger things begin to happen around him. "Whole battle plan was--" He has to stop, take a deep rattling breath.

"Neil," he repeats, trying to push his attention back to the current moment. "I'm Theon. Who are they?" They appear to be-- healers, of some sort.

"Neil," he says again. "Where am I? This isn't Winterfell." He can taste his own blood, and growing panic. "I fell. The battle was still--" He breaks off as the EMTs begin to get him ready to move.