"I... I don't know..." The words were rasped out, and he shuddered, reaching for her hand, for the ground, for something. He felt himself roll to look upward, blinking to try to focus, clutching his chest where the bullet had hit.
"I think I... dreamed of getting shot."
And he groaned as he felt his skin, and the feel of a large scab across it, exactly where the bullet had passed through him.