Thankfully, Viktor isn't unconscious the way he was found in the lab, and he hasn't slipped all the way down to the floor. Instead, the noise seems to have been from an attempt to brace himself on the wall, and when that failed, he'd slumped against the tub, hunched over. When Jayce rushes to his side, Viktor grasps for him out of reflex, still coughing too much to speak. Blood drips out of his nose, his mouth.

The warmth of healing magic is immediately relieving, though he's too panicked to really notice that it's not helping as much as it should--or maybe it's been so long since he's had an attack like this, that he doesn't know how it should feel. It does, at least, help him breathe easier, the coughs subsiding and Viktor sucking in mouthfuls of air until he finally tries to speak again. It takes a few attempts--a few more coughs, until the spread of healing magic through his chest allows him a reprieve.

Not enough of one.

"It's okay," he says, hoarsely, covering Jayce's hand with his to hold it there, as if trying to keep that warmth. "I'm okay." Though he doesn't sound very certain of that. "I fell. I'm sorry."