John clutched his bleeding abdomen, he was suffering from a stabbing. He could feel the blood draining out of his veins to pour out on the floor, the wetness of his blood touching his skin made him nauseous. He was still stationed in the enemy base, he dreaded hearing the sound of your footsteps reaching closer and closer, hoping that you won’t go in the room he’s in. He fears that he will die if you do. He shuts his eyes when you enter, trying to play dead.