The Prince and the Assassin (closed o/o)

(I've been super busy with final exams coming up. Sorry I haven't been more active, but I haven't forgotten about this.)
Felix returned the first time, having thrown the body down into a gorge, which had a small stream running through and was still very muddy from the remnants of that week's rain. The mud might help cover up the smell, too.
He took the second body and started to haul it up onto the horse. That's when his vision started to blur a bit. Felix barely managed to pull the body over. However, he still tried his best to hide it from Eclipse, not wanting the other to strain himself trying to help.

(Understandable, I do that a lot too)
Felix took another trip to the same spot and hauled the body over into the gorge.
However, the strain was building up, and this was too much. His vision started to go black around the edges then dim entirely. He grasped around blindly for the reigns, but he started to slip away and fall.
Felix landed on his side near the edge of the gorge, at this point unconscious.
The horse started to wander around without a rider, eventually making it back near where Eclipse waited.

Felix stirred a bit and his eyes fluttered open, but his vision remained dim. His consciousness wavered still. Felix tried to call out, but the words caught in his throat and his eyes slid closed again.

Felix started gasping for air as a sudden, sharp pain went through his side. It jolted him back conscious, but he was still on the edge and mostly unaware of his surroundings.
He let out a few small, pained whimpers in between the gasping. He shouldn't have done this. He shouldn't have pushed himself so hard.

Felix closed his hand over a fistful of mud. Gods, on top of the injuries, he was going to have to wash all this mud and grime off. But how could he think about such trivial things at a time like this? His mind was going 100 miles per hour, and there was no rhyme or reason to where it was wandering.

Felix’s hand hung over the edge of the gorge. He hadn’t realized that he was that close to the edge. He tried to push himself away, but the strength had left his body entirely.

Felix, half-awake, was able to mutter something, but it was indistinguishable, aside from a low, “ow… ugh…” and a few other small, pained noises.

Felix's fist closed as he struggled desperately to wake all the way.
Wake up… wake up, this isn't the time…
He was gasping for breath slightly, only half-aware of some of the pain he was in, but the worst seemed to be at his side for sure, where he'd previously been stabbed. And he was aware enough to know that breathing hurt; the rise and fall of his body with each breath aggravated the wound even more after he pushed himself too far.

Felix shuddered, suddenly gripped by a new and different pain as the aura rushed over him. His body stiffened. He didn't say anything, but he did make a small cry.
Once he could, he murmured. "Please… stop…"

"You… don't have to do that…" he whispered, "We can't… can't both wear ourselves out so hard…"
Felix's hands were trembling a bit from the pain and weakness. His chest still heaved harder than normal with each breath.

"You won't be without me," Felix replied, "I'm not going anywhere…"
He gave a halfhearted smile.
"Give me a few minutes, and I'll.. I'll maybe be able to haul myself back to the cart…"

Felix laid as still as possible, also trying to steady his own breathing so he could better cope with the pain.

Felix slowly tried to sit up, but it was a little much. He sat there, knees tucked up to his chest and head bowed down. He was covered in mud on one side, and looked roughed up- even more so than normal.

"Yeah?" Felix asked, "Give me a minute?"
He sighed and clenched his fist.
"I'm so stupid…" he muttered to himself, "I knew that I couldn't last that long…"

When he was ready, Felix slowly started to stand up. A woozy feeling passed over him and his vision dimmed again. But once he had regained his bearings a bit more, he figured he’d be able to make it back to the cart.