James stood up, and finally having enough strength to pick up his gun "Rand...Spray...need...now...!" he said "Spray..slow...process..." He picked up his gun and used it like a crutch, to hold himself up as he just stood there, his eyes were going blank, but he could still see... "Rand..give...me..the...spray....if..you..have...any..." he said
James used the can on the nasty mark on his stomach, he was still feeling sick, but he could move with in the next few seconds "Thanks...Rand...we...uh..what..do..we...do..now...?" he said still feeling like shit "im..almost..out..of..ammo..." he said checking his backpack for some ammo for the assult rifle. he found two clips, and inserted one into the assult rifle "Im..not..going...to...die..." he said to himself (Vitals: 13%)