Every movement, every action brought floods of pain and dizziness. Carth tried to stand, tried to convey that he was a commanding figure. But any witness would have known better, his arms were shaking, his legs were unsteady. He argued with his body as it refused to carry out the actions he commanded of it. Bold determination granted him just a sliver of the power he was searching for and he took this small opportunity, bringing his pistol level at the man who had gravely wounded him with a single shot.
"It's over" he spoke, with all the steadiness his voice could muster. He only hoped that his vision was not deceiving him, that he could land the devastating blow before the Rodian realized that he was not dead and was instead now threatening him. He pulled the trigger just as the Rodian turned in realization of his error, and a small grin of satisfaction registered on Carth's mouth before his body gave way, sending him crashing back to the floor of the ship. One down ... but then time stopped. His hand hit the floor and his blaster flew from the grasp that only seconds before had held it so tightly. Darkness enveloped him once more.
With no idea of time or where the other enemy was Carth was left vulnerable. He broke back into a state of awareness as he fought to hold on to what remained of his life. Medbay, must get there, need to inject a pac… Everything was falling around him as he tried to keep his concentration on only one thing. Medbay. His arm was reaching, trying to find anything that he could use to propel him forward. Medbay. When he found something it would either escape his grasp or he wouldn't be able to hold on long enough for it to matter. His upper body was only raised a few inches from the ground but each time he collapsed it felt like he was falling from a huge distance. It could have been minutes, it could have been days, but he struggled on. Inch by inch he tried to move his body in the direction that he thought was the right one. Medbay.
Grabbing onto a side rail in the corridor, letting his fingers wrap strongly around the first solid thing he had found, he pulled himself up. One leg dangled uselessly behind him while the rest of his weight rested on one knee. Medbay. His muscles buckled under the strain as he tried to force himself up further, only to be met with an unyielding force that sent him crashing back to the ground. The small, square hole in the floor grate held the droplet of blood for a few seconds before realeasing it, letting it paint an unrecognizable picture on the surface below. The picture grew larger as more droplets followed, until eventually they just pooled in a mound, unable to absorb the steady flow that was coming from above.