You hardly felt the wave of panic until you glanced down at your chest, oddly dark and wet… you raised a curious hand to the tear in your shirt, letting out a sharp gasp as the pain suddenly made itself known. Price’s keen eyes turned on you, widening as the dark stain became larger.

“Fuck, no- no,” his gun fell as both hands ran over your face and neck, smearing hot blood across you. “Here, fuck…” he lifted you into his arms, his eyes wide with dread. “Stay with me. Stay. with me.”