Pop, pop, pop—blood, pain, and more orders shouted.
“Medic—I need a medic now!”
Nash didn’t know who shouted—couldn’t focus on anything other than the blazing pain in his left arm and shoulder. The screams, oh God, the screams burned into his mind.
“Baylee—take care of, Baylee.”
Gun shots and another explosion, planes and helicopters flying over head, pain and more pain, and then the world went black.
Seeeeee! I told you all it wasn't any better. I know, I'm evil.
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