"Sam!" Flynn yelled sitting on the bed and pulling her onto his lap, without thinking, he applied pressure to the wound, limiting the bleeding. "Ana!" He almost screamed, "okay..okay" he mumbled, "Luke said just as I can take, I can give..but not much and I've never tried it so..here goes." He flipped out his pocket knife, cutting the bandage off her wound and slowly slicing his hand, placing it in her wound, his eyes beginning to glow. "Come on...mix..mix.." he urged, finally he took his hand back. The wound had healed, but she was still pale, and still not awake. Flynn's eyes threatened to shut, as he lost almost all his energy from the healing. "Come on, Sammy. Wake up!" He shook her.