Who: Jack Hammond and open What: Arrival, hopefully not dying. When: Now Where: A corridor Warnings: Blood and wounds
The ground was cold. He noticed that, but somehow he couldn't find the energy to worry too much about it. It felt distant. Everything felt distant. He tried to lift his hand, but it felt numb. He blinked. The battle... had they won? The captain... He'd been in danger, and it was his fault. He should never have left... A cough racked his body, followed by a fresh wave of pain.