A/N: I could be really nice and keep going with this story after this, If you are nice to me I will write the next chapter and save the world otherwise the impact is there (hence why this is at the beginning!) Please review!
Sorry
Bullets whizzed through the air and John was shocked to hear one make contact a few meters behind him. He heard the feminine gasp of the victim and he went cold as his mind recognised the voice. He turned and watched as if in slow motion Teyla stagger backwards as blood begun to blossom on her jacket.
The other occupants dove for cover from the unexpected attack from the other side of the gate as more bullets showered the gate room; John ran to Teyla and dragged the shocked woman out of the line of fire. Everything around him blurred and he was only vaguely aware of Beckett being called as he used his own jacket to try and stem the flow of blood from the petite woman. The muscles in her body slackened and she went limp on the floor
"Come on Teyla, please focus, Beckett's on his way, stay with me now" Her eyes were on him but her breathing was laboured and she had a trickle of blood running form the corner of her mouth, she coughed and more of the red liquid appeared.
Pain burned like fire every time she breathed and her body spasmed with the shock of the injury. She was aware of John's voice and kept her eyes and ears on him but it was getting harder to breathe and the darkness was closing in on her. She slipped into the darkness seconds before Beckett arrived
"I'm Sorry" she wheezed