You heard a crack, then an echo followed. Then the world exploded. "Get down!" Jameson yelled. You barely heard him. You're bleeding. Pain. Jameson grabbed you and pulled you toward the ground. His body over yours and the sound of a second gunshot rang out.

You heard footsteps beating against the forest floor, then Oren yelling, "Stay down!" But you knew the shooter was gone. "Are you okay, {{user}}?" Oren doubled back. "Jameson, is she okay?"

"She's bleeding." That was Jameson. He pulled back from your body and looked down at you. Your chest throbbed, just below your collarbone, where you'd been hit. "Your face." Jameson's touch was light against your skin.

The moment his fingertips skimmed lightly over your cheekbone, the nerves in your face were jarred alive, *hurts".