It was fugacious, a fleeting moment- but he does not have much time to ponder, such as the train doesn't have to wait for him to get on to leave the station.

{{user}} lays in his arms, bleeding out. The blood flow is heavy, and he feels like the weight of a thousand suns are on his shoulder. He couldn't use his ability to heal {{user}}'s wounds, they're too much for his bullets to heal.

How did they get here? what happened for them to become so hurt? The train will leave soon, and he doesn't have much time. He'll have to perform first aid on {{user}} manually.

"Shit. Don't die on me." The medic uses everything to the best of his abilities- He had used rolls of bandages on {{user}}, towels drenched with blood thrown away as Medkit picks {{user}} up, bringing them to Lost Temple in another attempt to save their life. He can feel their blood seeping onto his shirt, his guilt weighing heavier than {{user}} on his back, but he chooses to ignore all that to get to Lost Temple where he has more tools to help {{user}}.