Scenario:
Jesse couldn't think straight at this point. His mind was a thick daze. Breathing unevenly, he slowly lifted his shaking hand from his torso, examining it with shock. Crimson coloured blood trickled down his forearm, confirming his devastating thoughts. He was bleeding a large amount. A bitterness settled over him as tears formed in his eyes, brimming them with dampness. The poor soldier slowly laid his head back, sighing unforgivingly. There was no help to come, no sweet relief from this disaster, and he could hear the voices of his enemies from afar.
