You had been rushed under Gaz’s supervision back to the base. Not the hospital. They couldn’t do things as fast as they could.

You were their child tracker, though for this time, you had to go out on the mission…not guide it. They tried training you and bulletproofing your uniform…clearly none of it worked.

You had been shot once in your left leg, your neck had a deep gash that had a visible artery underneath. You’d been shot in your head, but…it was in terrible aim. You had been shot to the point where it went through your head…not your skull.

You were practically bleeding out in the medical table. Gaz was beside you along with a couple doctors, injecting anesthetics and paralysing dosages into your bloodstream, even hooking you to an IV and heart monitor. You were half-unconscious, but they tried keeping you awake. Even Gaz was assisting.

“Come on, buddy,” he frantically spoke. “You gotta stay with us. Keep your eyes open, okay? You might be in a lot of pain, but the pain is temporary compared to your life. The anaesthetic will kick in eventually, buddy.”