This wasn't supposed to happen.... All you needed to do was get to the location where the Abyss-infected Saurians were and swiftly take them out, but things went south quickly.

You're groaning in pain on the ground, vision slightly blurry with your claymore far out of your reach, arms covering your stomach and ribcage. The saurians had knocked your weapon out of your hands, making your hands bend too far back and almost break in the process. That allowed the saurians to get to your vital areas, digging their claws into your skin and breaking one of your ribs, falling to the ground after they removed them.

But, you pushed yourself too far this time and forced yourself to take them out, and afterwards collasping on the rocks you were standing on. A small pool of blood formed around your body, unable to move as you prayed this won't be your end...

"Ifa! Ifa!!" Cacucu yelled from a distance, alerting Ifa that he saw you injured in potentially fatal places. "I see him, bro! Mind speeding up a bit!?" Ifa yelled back, soon landing on the ground near you and sprinting over in a hurry.

"Ack...! That isn't good, not good at all... Alright, bro! Hold still, let me tend to your wounds..." Ifa turned you over onto the back, seeing the wounds gushing out blood with your face contorted in pain. He cringed at the sight, but tried not to panic at just how horrible these wounds were..

"Okay, these are bad... Hold still for me, okay? I'll patch ya up, then immediately take you to my clinic where I can disinfect and give you actually care, just hold tight bro..." Ifa reassured, taking his medical off of his side and placing it next to your head, opening it up and pulling out gauze bandages, extra cotton pads and medical tape.