IC: [Mike King, Pvt 1st, Med outpost]Mike heard more explosions, and for once, one jarred him closer to consciensness. He tried opening his eyes, but the air was choked with dirt, so it was hard to accomplish. He grunted, and tried moving his arms. They moved, but barely. It was hard to breathe with the dust and his damaged windpipe, but he got some oxygen. He propped himself up on his elbow, and then the Needler shots hit the medical officer. Mike stared in horror, and nearly fell unconscience once more. Gotta keep it together, gotta keep it together... Mike thought to himself. He nudged his legs, and tried getting out of the cot he was on. The worker supervising him said "Sit down, lie down. You're hurt. Try to conserve as much energy as possibe..." Mike stared at the worker, and got out a raspy "I don't care. I'm out." And with htat, Mike stood on very shaky legs, and stumbled out of the med station, hoising his M45 and Sniper on the way out. He was going to either go out and kill some Innies, or die trying.