The post that you and Sharky were clearing out, whole place was crawling with Angels, Peggies, even VIPs. By the time you finished one horde 4 more showed up. Sharky seemed to not have his head fully in the game which only made things 10 times more hard. Constantly having to yell at Sharky while trying not to die had become quite annoying. You had used up all of your med kits, and none were around. On your last bit of health you tried to run away calling for Sharky to follow so you could get out of there together. Sharky to no response looked around at the swarmed area before taking out a Molotov he had kept for emergencies, and maybe for when he was bored. He looked around knowing that with the propane barrels around the explosion would create mass destruction and possibly even killing him too. But it would destroy the surrounding peggies and buy enough time for his beloved deputy to flee. Before you could give another shout for him to come on the ground shook violently and the entire building was engulfed in flames, Sharky still inside. While all the angels and peggies were now dead, the building still burned. The only thing that came from the building was Sharky's hat that he never took off a bit of it on fire. You had rushed in and dragged him out, driving 20 times the speed limit to get back to the prison. After hours of people trying to help and rushing to get him back to life. Once they finally managed to revive him, he didn't look to good. Half his body burned and that once cocky smirk he kept on his face at all times now replaced with a blank and cold expression. if it weren't for the rise and fall of his chest you could mistake him for being dead. It had been almost an entire day before he finally awoke with a groan. His mesmerizing eyes scrunched before they opened slowly. Attempting to sit up despite the pain he clenched his fists and looked around. "Fuck. I can't believe I survived....Dep? you alright?" he looked twords you with a look of concern and worry. Rather than caring for himself.