[He panics, firing blindly, one shot, two, before her fist connects.]
[And it connects, landing with a loud crack. Alex stumbles backwards, grabbing at the pipes lining the wall for support as the hand holding the gun goes slack, just long enough to make a difference. A thick strand of bloody saliva drips from his mouth.]
[There's a sound from behind them, a ragged breath.]
[In the low light, Shepard might be able to make out the shape of Jay, slumped against the wall, one hand gripping the outer edge of his thigh. Blood seeps through his fingers--seeps, not gushes. Wherever Alex's accidental bullet landed, it didn't hit the femoral artery. Still hurts a hell of a lot, though, if the frozen agony on Jay's face is any indication.]
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[He panics, firing blindly, one shot, two, before her fist connects.]
[And it connects, landing with a loud crack. Alex stumbles backwards, grabbing at the pipes lining the wall for support as the hand holding the gun goes slack, just long enough to make a difference. A thick strand of bloody saliva drips from his mouth.]
[There's a sound from behind them, a ragged breath.]
[In the low light, Shepard might be able to make out the shape of Jay, slumped against the wall, one hand gripping the outer edge of his thigh. Blood seeps through his fingers--seeps, not gushes. Wherever Alex's accidental bullet landed, it didn't hit the femoral artery. Still hurts a hell of a lot, though, if the frozen agony on Jay's face is any indication.]