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[i]What was I thinking? Why did I charge in?[/i]

These words echoed on Hot Socks mind. The shield burst, causing it to shard into many small pieces. A few pieces flew at his head. Luckily, they didn't have enough force to penetrate his skull. He felt every single shard. They all cut through his skin. It hurt. It was painful. He felt a hot liquid run down his face. Was it his blood? Quick thoughts penetrated his mind. He didn't realize he was flying through the air.

[h2]Crtsh[/h2]

A large sound rang out when he hit the wall. It hurt. It was worse. His armour could protect him from small weapons, but not full blow collisions. He felt a cracking in his chest. It hurt. It hurt more than before. His head hurt. He couldn't hear. He couldn't focus. His eyesight was blurring. It felt like everything was getting darker. He could barely see. He couldn't even see the changes in light from the alarms. He felt sick. The pain was causing his sickness. He didn't like the pain. The pain hurt. The pain was horrible. He wanted it to end. He began to cough. Not from the sickness. He coughed up blood. It didn't feel pleasant. He felt like his stomach was going to float away. His heart was like it was tearing itself up. His skin was cold and clammy. He breathed quickly. He felt like he was suffocating. He needed more air, but his lungs didn't want to work properly. Every single breath hurt. It was like someone was thrusting a knife deeper and deeper.

The rifle came flying at him. He moved his left arm to catch it. It hurt. It hurt so much. He didn't want to move. He had to move. He didn't want to die. He couldn't die here. He caught the rifle, his hearing shot, and his eyes failing him. He began to see double. It wasn't nice. He held the rifle in one hand. He couldn't use his right arm. That wouldn't move. He didn't have the strength. He pushed it in front of him. His vision was constantly moving, barely able to see. He took one deep breath. That breath felt like thousands of spears stabbing into his chest. He held it. He wanted everything to stop. For a split second, he could see. The two visions lined up, and the darkness faded into light. He fired one shot. The shot directly at the alien's head.