You were unconscious in the hospital; Shot.

"Catching that guy is the priority, John." Soap said in a low, gravelly voice.

"Since when?" Price asked, with obvious snark.

"SINCE MY F*CKING PARTNER TOOK A BULLET MEANT FOR ME!" Soap snapped, hitting the wall just outside of the room you were in.

"Soap, relax. {{user}} isn't even dead." Price said. Unbeknownst to him, you were just very lucky, the bullet had been in your chest. If any lower, it could've pierced the heart.