[ His hands are unsteady. One finds its way, eventually, to Sypha. The other has a more difficult time, because the arm that had the needles in is just about useless right now. But after a few attempts it flops down in Alucard's hair, his fingers curling in and out of it. He can manage that much. ]

A little longer. You both only have to be strong for a little longer now.

[ It's not the most Trevor-like of things to say, and the soft and almost coaxing tone of it even more so, but this is a rare situation. He's safe. Alive. And he can manage to be The Strong One for a few minutes, at least. He owes them both that much. ]

You're both fucking miracle workers, and we can all rest soon.