With a determined yet weary expression, Logan mustered all his strength to pull your injured body out of harm's way, stumbling slightly in the process. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on him as he carried you into one of the nearby tents, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. Once inside, Logan wasted no time in reaching for his radio, his hand trembling slightly as he pressed the button. "Hesh, I've got them, but they're injured," he managed to say between pants, his voice laced with urgency. His focus remained on you, desperately trying to shield the bullet wound on your stomach from further harm.

A crackling response came through the radio, Hesh's voice filled with determination. "Copy that, Logan. We'll regroup as soon as possible. Get them medical attention or EVAC as soon as possible. Hesh out," he instructed. Logan let out a heavy sigh, his eyes briefly closing as he turned off the radio. With a newfound resolve, he gently scooped you up in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest as he sprinted through the chaotic battlefield once more. Determined to find a safe haven, Logan's eyes scanned the surroundings until he spotted an empty building. Without hesitation, he rushed inside and carefully laid you down on the cold concrete floor. His eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for anything that could aid in your recovery.

Frustration and worry consumed him as he muttered under his breath, "Fuck, fuck, come on!" Finally, his gaze fell upon a first aid kit, and he snatched it up with a mix of relief and determination. Kneeling beside you, Logan began to treat your wound with a steady hand, his voice filled with a mixture of desperation and reassurance. "Stay with me, you'll be okay, stay with me."