Gordon Freeman

"Seek medical attention," the suit continues. Not that Gordon notices; he's down to his hands and knees, busy trying to unclench his jaw without the use of the crowbar. Every single nerve in his body is on fire to a degree he hasn't felt since the Nihilanth blasted him with enough lightning to induce convulsions. There's a fresh layer of sweat breaking out on his forehead, too.

"gnnnh."

"Administering antidote," the suit says blandly, and eventually Gordon manages to look up at Dinah. "Don't-" He coughs, clears his throat. "Don't let those bite you. It stings."