You've been thrown.

Are you hurt ?" He smiled a weak assent.
"Badly ?" she queried.

She did not like the way he lay--so limp, so motionless.
"I'm afraid so.

I can't move." "Oh! ...

What shall I do ?" "Can you--get me water ?" he whispered, with dry lips.
Lucy flew to her horse to get the small canteen she always carried.