[ Well that works. He has to stop what he's doing for a second to grab and drag Sha-Ming a little closer, but even a thin mat under you is slightly better for morale than the middle of a street, right? ]

You aren't going to die, but I would wager the next few hours aren't going to be the most comfortable.

[ Okay, he's making quick work of covering the lung in a layer of talismans so he can safely set it aside and give Sha-Ming and those bite wounds his full attention. This'll involve a little more grabbing and dragging, propping up as much of Sha-Ming's upper half that can fit onto Seimei's lap while his hands are up and multitasking again the second they're free--lighting up a new incense stick, freshly grinding out some ink and wringing the tip of his brush. ]

Keep your breathing as even as you can. Alright?