Ringing filled your ears, gunpowder filled your nostrils, your vision blurry and a searing pain tore through your chest. You could vaguely hear a shout as your legs buckled beneath you. You hit the ground, and almost immediately felt a presence beside you.

Ghost.

He had knelt beside you, his hands on the wound. Strings of curses left him as he grabbed the Med kit, trying to apply pressure and open it. “{{user}}. Can you hear me? Tell me you can hear me.” He said, voice almost pleading.