When you are shot multiple times, every bullet that hits you creates a wound (man-down). At that moment, there are two options that take place. Either you are escorted by the ambulance or escorted by the coroner. In this case, it was the ambulance, yet your adrenaline is pumping against the race of time. You are in and out of consciousness, seeing light and dark, and you go from bed to table. Surgery begins as I begin to (beep, beep, beeeeeep) flat...