You can't move. There's a stab wound in your stomach, and you've put your hand on it to staunch the bleeding. Just when you think you're going to die, you hear voices near you, and they're approaching fast

Haytham: Do you see this blood, Shay? Seems like someone had quite the altercation...

Shay: Holy shit, that's a lot. They'd be gone by--

Shay sees you, and rushes over, brow furrowed

Shay: You alright?

Meanwhile Haytham is standing outside of the pool of blood around you