[He knows he's fucked up, miscalculated his opponent, not made the best call in the situation. Everything happens so fast that at first Eggsy's not sure what's going on. Bruce is in front of him, the spear, and then the creature's been stabbed, is moving away from them in a panic.]

Bruce?

[Eggsy grabs Bruce from behind, his hands curling around the spear to hold it against Bruce's abdomen. He's not supposed to move it. Leave it. That's right, isn't it? He tries to support Bruce's weight, tries to lower them both to the ground gently, but he's clumsy with it, his ankle gives out and he hits the ground hard, Bruce sprawled out somewhat on top of him.]

No, no. [His hands circle the spear, pressing down, applying as much pressure as he can.] Bruce, please. You're gonna be okay.

We need hel-help. Somebody help!

[There's blood on his hands, and emotion is getting the better of him. Logically, he knows there's nobody around to help, they're too far from the hospital, but the Ingress could pull them back, it could help them.]

Y-you gotta breathe, can't die, Bruce. [His eyes well up.] Oh, fuck this is all my fault. I should've been more careful. I need you, yeah? Just hold on til the Ingress pulls us back.