Plan B

Plan B -P92-

  (Gonzalo)

Heatstroke came running in, eyes distressed and she was panting, "G-Gonzalo! You need to hurry! Dunn just shot Scarab!" Every part of me was instently in motion, I was way ahead of myself, what if I was too late?

Heatstroke split away to get anyone else. But I was headed right for the shooting range, where I saw Soap on the ground with Dunn on top of him, "No! I won't die in your hands! This is for Scarab!" And the blade of his combat knife impaled his neck, I think it was his neck. The Scot's breath was ragged and full of anxiety. Kicking the corpse off of himself, he went straight to Scarab.

I could see her, her chest was shot, I was praying to god that it wasn't fatal. I approached carefully, knowing MacTavish, he would probably flatten me to the wall or something if I startled him. "Captain? Let me see?" I requested, not knowing how uneasy I myself sounded.

He glared up at me, tear filled metalic eyes peirced me with hatred, but softened before looking down to Scarab and slowing easing his grip on her limp body. With much care, he laid her down to the ground and I bent down to check vitals, she was alive. But her heart was weakly beating as it barely clinged to hang onto life, her breath so small and struggled.

"We have to get her to hospital, somewhere. Now!" I told him, he got the message.

"But first we need to stop the bleeding," I looked over my shoulder at the doorway to see Ghost holding a first aid kit. "If we don't stabilize her now, she won't last the trip there."

I nodded in understanding and I stepped back, sitting on the balls of my heels as I watched Ghost work quickly to patch up the wound. Within a few moments he finished and put a hand on Soap's broad shoulder.

"Captain, I can't assure she'll survive this time, this might be the end for her."

MacTavish looked down to Scarab's face, and gently combed his fingers through her light brown hair. "Don't die out on me, Scarab."

He helped Ghost get her up, I as well assisted in bringing her to a car. That was when an almost duplicate of me popped up.

"Dude! I heard what happened! So Dunn's dead?"

"Aye," Soap told him darkly. "What is it Ramirez? We need to get Scarab to a hospital imidiantly."
"Oh my god! He shot her?" His face filled with alarm. "Should I let the others?"

Ghost looked away form the wheel, "Right you bloody wanker! But we'll have to talk later. We need to go right now!"

With that he stepped on the gas and we were on the move to the nearest hospital, which, to our luck, wasn't extrememly far away. Some place called Cathlic Medical Center.

Soap and I got Scarab and we followed Ghost inside. Imidiantly eyes were on us, the woman at the counter glanced up, saw the blood and panicked, "Oh my goddness! What happened? How bad is it?"

"She was shot, and it's urgent," Ghost told her.

"Right, I'll get her someone ASAP," She told us. "Just sit down, someone will pick her up in a minute."

I looked down to the waiting area, there were a few people, most laying across benches and others really coughing up blood. We took a seat nearby and waited. It wasn't extremely long, a couple paramedics came rushing in with a strecher and got her on before taking her away. But just before leaving one said, "Don't worry, we'll see what we can do."

Then I realized her blood was on my hands, and Soap's, and Ghost's. Not a mediphor either, it was literally on our hands. I made a look of utter disgust before asking where the bathroom was and leaving to wash it off. My inner hygenist was just a nag not to be gross when possible. Maybe I should tell the others to wash theirs as well.