"Boss. Boss, Hey boss." The muffled sound of Tony's voice was all he heard as he made his way back into conciseness. The target had escaped through the elevator, after shooting him. "Hey listen don't try to sit up. Okay?" Was all Tony said. He lifted himself up off the ground anyways, he couldn't breath laying down. "You were shot in the chest, you gotta stay boot Boss." His vision was blurry and the pain in his chest was growing with every passing second. As he lifted himself into a sitting position, he couldn't help but let a groan of pain escape his lips. Tony supported him with his right arm around his chest and his left on his back. He lifted his right arm to hold onto the wound. Pulling his hand back to reveal a crimson liquid. "The medics are coming, Boss, just hold on." With that the elevator dinged, and the medics came rolling in with a gurney. They made their way over to where Jethro was leaning his body on Tony's arms, unable to hold himself up without passing out due to the pain. "Alright bud, I'm going to have to lay you down, alright? Just relax so we can get you to the hospital." The medic, with the help of Tony slowly laid him down on the ground. The medic immediately began examining and treating the wound. Blood began soaking through the heavy bandages even as they were being placed. His vision began to darken, he couldn't keep his eyes open much longer, his breathing labored. "Hey, sir, I need you to stay awake, were getting you on the gurney right now." He tried, and tried with a moan of pain he was lifted onto the gurney and fastened in. They were moving fast now. He didn't have much time. That was it, he couldn't keep his eyes open much longer. His breathing was shallow and forced... and then it stopped.