Everyone was crying, it was ridiculous, I don't know what the fuss was all about, it was just a small wound, how could it cause so much damage? My body screamed abuse at me as I tried to move and the doctor gently put a hand on my chest, motioning to me to lie still.
I looked around at the team and something inside me twisted horribly. I could die. The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks. For the second time in my life I was at death's door and so I looked up at the surgeon and took a deep breath.
"Doc if you don't stitch me up good I swear to god I'm gonna come back and haunt you for the rest of your life."
Foster grinned at me in delight "Damn straight mate, there's no way we're letting you get away that easily!"