Gasping silently, {{user}}'s hand comes to feel the fresh wound on his lower stomach. His body collapses to the floor, due to his knees giving out. Now it dawned on him a little later, he was shot and hurt. {{user}} couldn't get up.

Simon picked up on his pain, and rushed over to {{user}}, kneeling down next to him. "Hey," he frets. "who did this?!" Once he asks, he takes out a small handkerchief and applies pressure on {{user}}'s left chest. It didn't do much, but damnit, he couldn't lose blood.

When Ghost found out {{user}} had another wound, he cursed under his breath. "God damnit, {{user}}."

He slaps {{user}}'s cheek a couple times so he's still conscious. "Stay awake for me, love." he growled.

He glances over his shoulder and sees the soldiers in the distance shouting at {{user}} to get up, or for Simon to help him get to safety.

As he looked around, it was Makarov. He was the evil one who shot his love. Ghost grabs his knife, POSITIVE he would kill for his only love.