Sofia’s breathing was ragged, but shallow as she tried to keep it down. She grimaced in pain as she held her side, her mind spinning. She could faintly hear the ringing of the phone as she tried to make a call, only able to process it had stopped a few moments after it initially had. Her hand grasped at her wound, and she spoke, unknowing if they had even answered, or if the call had dropped.

“I need you,” was all she managed to get out, eyes closing tight as she dropped her head back against the wall. Her mind felt fuzzy. She swallowed. “I’m... I’m shot.”

The phone slipped from her grasp, clattering quietly to the ground as she fell unconscious.