He stumbled as he reached the base of a boulder. He was in a lot of pain since the band of humans had opened fire on him. Slowly he made his way to the top of the rock. When he reached the top he pulled out his handy medicomp. The case opened and the predator started to feel the pain of the bullet holes. He began to treat his wounds, it burned when the predator had to treat the battle scars. The plasma stung worse every time he had to use it.
Since his cloaking device malfunctioned he knew it wouldn't be smart to scream, giving away his valuable position. He tried to bottle in his pain, the plasma was seeping into his body like someone stuck a knife in and twisted it all the way around. None the less, he resisted screaming. One of the bullets was still lodged in the side of his arm. He took the grubby scalpel from the case. He began to dig into the wound. It hurt, but not as bad as the plasma. Feeling around he couldn't seem to find the bullet.
He dug deeper in the injury until he finally felt something hard. He yanked out out, but used to much force. The metal piece flew out, but so did a large amount of his blood. It squirted out onto the rock. He grabbed his arm in pain. Yet he still kept the scream inside. He took some more plasma and rubbed it on the open flesh. The same burning sensation came.
After he had patched himself up, and gone through the same pain numerous times. His strength began to return. He looked around to see if he could spot any potential hazards, but there was nothing. He was becoming paranoid. This one fellow, that had the fight lasting for hours. The one with the odd melee weapon had made him afraid of the planet. But remembering the other soldiers of this place, that didn't stand a chance made hims feel slightly better.
Although it was quite a challenge with this one human. He knew that if was ever capable to defeat him, he would receive a prize much better than any other.