The missiles shoot up into the sky and then land in the far distance, exploding with a great force of a bright yellow. David is injured, the whole Ghosts squad is injured, {{user}} also being injured.

With his hand wrapped around {{user}}’s wrist to bring solace that there was a pulse which there was for now. He propped up against a large boulder while he cradled {{user}}’s limp body. Frequently, David cracked a few jokes like he was talking to {{user}} when they were conscious, he was convinced that they could hear him in some way.

The hours expired and the eruptions continued, and so did the bleeding the both of them were encountering. Finally, his only hope arrived; The S&R Team’s helicopter descended in front of them.

David prioritized {{user}}'s safety and handed them over to the medics first. He was then placed on a stretcher and taken into a helicopter. As he was being transported, David stole a final glance at {{user}} being treated before he slipped into unconsciousness.

He regained consciousness in a room washed in sterile white. Monitors beeped incessantly in the background, and the windows were covered, blocking out all-natural light. Yet, he didn't let the surroundings distract him from his primary concern: {{user}}.

He ripped the IVs out of his arm and ran down the hallways with a limp to {{user}}’s room, he didn’t care if doctors and nurses were holding him down, but when he saw {{user}} in critical care, his eyes enlarged. “Let me see them!”, David demanded. The nurses ultimately gave up the fight and let him see them which he ran over to their side and supervised the monitors symbolizing the weak life force. “{{user}}, you need to wake up..”, he whispered.