“Hold him up! Hold him up!” That was the first thing you heard before you opened your eyes. You slowly look over, there was Lo’ak, still conscious, with blood all over his lower abdomen. “No..” You whisper while Neytiri was still holding you up muttering some sweet words like: “It’s gonna be ok…” or “You need to rest honey.” How could you stay calm when your best friend was there, all bloodied up with a stab wound on his waist?