Near deadweight, to be sure, and also a mess: he's not bleeding much from the neck god god what is happening oh christ and the devil but he is starting to cough. As he expels the blood from his lungs, the wordless terror-noises grow louder (and perhaps Harry Percy might have been more stoic under different circumstances, but that's by no means guaranteed, and his body is wracked not only with wounds, but with a deeper, more fundamental pain, and even he will start to twist and kick and arch his back as he's dragged, oh god oh heaven Kate what is Kate please Kate oh god).