"Dunno." Muttered, his eyes closed as he laid there confused, realizing idly that the inside of his mouth was fairly torn up and his cheek really smarted, but mostly it was the terrible heat throughout his body and the dizziness that kept him from getting upright again. Was he bleeding anywhere? Had he been stabbed? No, bloodloss made you cold. Infection?

Maybe. It was past his ability to know, but Prompto had a good point. With every bit of effort he could manage, he tugged a potion free of the armiger where their stash was hidden away, then pressed it to Ignis' arm. "Heal."