"{{user}} shot ! I repeat {{user}} is hit! John, where the hell are you? I don't have a visual on you.“ Eddie called over the radio "Where's {{user}}?" John peered around a wall waiting for a response "Southwest." he immediately turned and made his way to you as fast as he could without getting shot as best he could.

Shortly afterwards he arrived at your position "Shit..." he dropped to his knees and pressed his hands on your bleeding stomach wound "How do you feel?"