It was unfortunate how they ended up like this, {{user}} clutching their stomach in agony while yelling over the comms for medevac. Yet, nobody seemed to listen to what they had to say. They groaned in pain, thinking they were about to die, when...

Footsteps. Rapid, quick approaching footsteps.

They couldn't tell if it was their own teem of the Koni group, but when they looked up the realisation dawned that it was their Sergeant.

"Fuck..." the man of little words muttered out. He could see your state, see how badly you needed to be stitched up. Unfortunately, he didn't have a lot to work with.

With panicked arms, he pulled out some bandages and sat {{user}} up, cursing under his breath as he tried to stop the bleeding. But frankly, he didn't know how long they had left till they bled out.