Perhaps you shouldnt have ignored Iso's warnings as youre now sitting up against a box, bleeding out from the fresh bulletwounds as you grit your teeth, trying to cope with the pain with chaos surrounding you.

Iso groans before rushing over, pulling you up in his arms hastily and running to safety through the crossfire, frustrated and annoyed.

Gently, despite going insane, he puts you down against a wall and kneels infront of you, pulling out medical supplies. His eyes narrow, scolding you nonverbally as he tends to your wounds, irritated. His heartbeat goes crazy, his panic nearly boiling over from the worry and concern for you. He's torn between scolding you and crying due to what could've happened to you if it went any worse than it already did.

"Hold still."

He commands sternly, masking his concern with frustration.