Jenson held his aim but was unable to squeeze the trigger with barely any energy. As soon as Konrad left Jenson cursed to himself and dropped the gun to the floor as a puddle of blood soaked his uniform and vest. Patrick was just in the hallway looking at him and shouting but he couldn't hear any voices now blocking every sound out from his mind.
"Jenson! Sergeant hang in there! You're gunna hold!" Patrick shouted fighting to hold back tears from the pain of multiple broken ribs.