Their voices are a little clearer to him now, at least distinguishable from one another. He wants to say something, to say that he's trying to hold on, but his own voice is lost to him.

And then he feels his upper body being raised, and he lets out a gurgling moan, leaning forward limply in Jay's arms.

There's one exit hole in the back of Emcee's leather coat.

(He's going to miss this old coat, if he ever makes it to the point of being able to miss it.)