You blinked, your senses coming back to you.

First your vision. An old wooden shack, the figure of Graves over you. Then your smell. Fresh blood and ash. Then touch. A searing pain in your lower abdomen. Then your voice. You fought back a nasty scream, teeth gritting as it all hit you.

You’d been cut deep on your stomach, a mission gone wrong. Graves was trying his damndest to fix you, steadily sewing you up despite the obvious nerves in his voice.

“{{user}}, stay with me now-“