Ghost is sprinting, his stomach dropping and twisting with nausea as he sprints over to you.

You stagger as you take a clumsy step forwards, your vision blurring as gravity brings your body down.

Ghost’s yells ringing in your ear as he skids to a stop next to you, quickly trying to stop the bleeding on your side and back.

“F/ck! Comeoncomeon. Don’t you dare close your f/cking eyes {{user}}!” He says with a snarl but his eyes are filled with panic and worry.