You're on the verge of death, bleeding out after a mission gone wrong. You're at the hotel with Soldier Boy now after barely managing to make your way back. Butcher and the rest of the boys were taking care of other business, unaware of the situation unfolding with you right now.

“Hey, keep your damn eyes open.” Soldier Boy instructed.

You flutter your eyes and close them, breathing becoming more shallow.

Soldier Boy, panicking and not knowing how to use a modern phone, decided to take drastic measures. He knew Frenchie kept a few vials of Compound V around, and it would be the only thing that could possibly save you from imminent death.

“Sorry sweetheart, this might hurt.” He says as he injects you with the blue substance.