You've been shot.

It was a hot afternoon with temperatures reaching a smoldering 124°, John Marston, a former Van Der Linde gang member, and your father. He had been working on ranch at this very hour and had been completely unaware of the fact his child had gotten shot. That was until you ran up, weakened and holding your upper torso. Turning around, his dark eyes widened "Sweetheart-" He quickly responded, rushing over immediately before kneeling down. Obviously concerned.