DrakeZero/DMX RP (Dead Space)

[DragonMasterX]

"Crap, Mr. Bottom!" Michael called as he crawled over to Drake, looking down at the vent as he quickly got over Drake's rash behavior from earlier. "Quick, Drake, let's pull him out! Blast the fence!" he said, looking at Drake's blaster in his hand, "Look, I've small med packs for wounds, I think I can," he tried, looking for any desperate solution, not wanting to see the fact that their superior was going to die from blood loss thanks to the serious head injury even if the RIG managed to repair his inner wounds.