Kakashi's vision was swimming, the wound in his side gradually starting to actually feel painful as he inhaled heavy breaths, disturbing the flesh enough for oozes of thick, hot blood to gush down over his hip.

He swallowed, blinked hard, his knees barely supporting his weight as he swayed from either side.

Yamato's words seemed far away, distant, like he was underwater...

And then his head hit the ground.

His body gave in to the all too tempting lure of a black out, chakra drain and trauma proving too much.