[It's better than bitching about it, really. But Eames is down, clutching at his shoulder with one hand, his gun sitting in his lap because it's his dominant shoulder that's been shot through.]
Well, I'm still conscious, if barely. I'll be fine - you need to finish this.
[ This is true. Arthur frowned at him, just as a bullet whizzed past him. That had him snapping back to attention, and focusing on shooting at the new wave of projections. ]
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Well, I'm still conscious, if barely. I'll be fine - you need to finish this.
Dream. Even if its the easy way out. xD
How bad is the pain?