RedDwarf: Do the opposite of dying
Your breathing and heart rate surge into something resembling a state of survival. You barely cling to tiny fragments of consciousness, almost enough to hear what's shouted around you.
RedGiant: Is he gonna be okay?! Is he--
Neutron: We can't let him die.
WhiteDwarf: He's stabilizing, he'll live!
RedGiant: Oh thank goodness, thank goodness...
WhiteDwarf: Neutron! Jump us out of here!
Neutron: Got it.