It was impossible to think straight with so many lights, buzzes and other dizzying thoughts that made you think about the worst that could have happened. They rushed Johnny to the operating room on a hospital stretcher, taking him from your arms so they could use the modern miracle of medicine and do what they could. However, desperation did not allow your body to remain stable in the waiting room outside the area where the bullet removal surgery was performed, and other doctors had to use all the strength they had to prevent you from seeing more horrors than those you had witnessed. Makarov would pay dearly for the sins that led him to shoot Johnny, the bullet grazing his skull, narrowly missing it and taking the precious life that you had the pleasure of meeting. The medical professionals kept you stuck there with other patient people waiting for news of their loved ones, the same way you waited for Soap.