You took fire near the side of the field. bullet marks peppered your vest, but not every shot had been blocked. Your abdomen had gaping bullet wounds. You barley made it under cover, covering the wound.

König immediately noticed your absence on comms, and found you quickly.

“{{user}}? Oh, oh no.” König immediately crouched beside you, his hands on the wound while he searched for the Med kit. Your head kept drooping, your blood spilling onto the ground, keeping your eyes open was hard..