I have no idea why I am writing this while it is nearly midnight and I have an exam tomorrow that I am destined to fail, but here it is another little death fic for you. My first attempt at first person.

Stepping through the gate I feel something hit me in the chest. There is no pain, just a dull thud, like someone had bumped into me, unfortunately while I'm busy trying to figure out what's happened to me I slowly sink to my knees. Somethings wrong and I can't feel my legs, my vision is blurring and losing colour and all I can hear is the roaring of my blood and the rush of my breathing, echoing hollowly through my ears. The breathing doesn't sound right, to shallow, rasping, oh god.

Why can't I feel any pain? I'm so confused and I don't know if I'm stunned, drugged or injured. Slowly I raise my hand to my chest, where something had hit me, and put my fingers to the sight of the spreading numbness. Something wet sticky and warm coats my fingertips, and a shard of ice pierces me through the heart, my entire body goes cold as I force myself to look at my fingers, to see the dark stain on them as everything starts to slip away faster.

Someone kneels down in front of me, her face filled with worry and her mouth moving, but I can't hear a thing. I have to speak, have to tell her to get out. I don't have my breath left, it's slipping away from me like water trickling from a sieve, struggling to raise my arm, I grasp hers weekly, trying to speak, but no sound comes out.

I settle for mouthing, hopefully she can tell what I am saying. "Teyla... Sniper... Abort!" She nods in understanding and says something to the two people behind us. Rodney and Teyla grab my arms and drag me towards the stargate. Ronon walks forwards and lays down some suppressive fire in the direction that the shot must have come from. Suddenly, the realisation hits me.

I've been shot. I've been shot in the chest and I can't move, can't feel anything, can't here, can barely see anymore and I know it's bad, I know it's really bad, and they know it to. The grim set of the faces tells me how bad it is. I am so screwed.

I only notice that we've gone through the stargate when people start rushing to hover above my face anxiously, shouting for a medic. Carson is there and he's saying something but I can't understand. The scene is slipping away, my eyes loosing focus as I struggle one last time to raise my arm, to grab his, and then nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Oh god.

Hope you liked it, didn't really go anywhere, but then again, deathfics don't have to go anywhere :P.