It seemed like time had slowed down as it all played out. Wilson pulling the trigger, Gatsby pulling out his own hidden gun and shooting back, and {{user}} shoving Gatsby to the side to save him from a fatal shot. {{user}} had taken the bullet instead, a shot to the shoulder nearest to his heart. If they didn't get medical attention soon, they could very likely die. Wilson was dead, shot in the heart and fell over soon after.

I wasn't sure what had happened at first, but as I say {{user}} fall back and the blood begin to seep through his shirt, panic flooded my mind. One of my only dear friends.. hurt because of me.

"{{user}}.!"