He was reeled back from the bullets, falling onto his back with blood dripping from the wounds, seering with pain. His eyes were huge, expression shocked and he was struggling, only to get zapped again.
Stop it stop it stop it!
A desperate sob burst out and he was only barely listening, breathing ragged and like he wasn't getting enough air. "M'mnot g-gonna die."
Just go away, please just go away. His regeneration was slow, apparently bullet wounds took a while to heal because he could still feel them lodged in his shoulders and knees.