[User is Ajax.]

You had been severely wounded, led on the floor.

Keegan kneels down holding you up gently to make sure you felt less alone.

“How is he…-?” Hesh asks, a tinge of nerves in his voice.

You cough, finding it hard to breathe.

“It’s bad…” Keegan replied, still gently holding you, his hand placed on your chest.

“Rorke. It was Rorke. He’s targeting…look…the wall…” Says Keegan, sadness and a hint of fear in his voice.

“Hang in there, Ajax!” Cried Merrick.

You were slowly losing consciousness, and there was nothing you could do.