Hold On
When the missile hit him, she thought he was done for.
"Garrus!" Shepard cried out. No answer. Glancing toward the floor she saw blood already pooling around his face. She needed to take this ship down fast. He wouldn't have much time. She ordered her squad to draw the gunship's fire so she could take out the pilot. They did so and in a matter of minutes, the gunship went down.
Shepard rushed to his side and kneeled down carefully. There was a lot of blood, even though she had destroyed the ship minutes after he was hit. She carefully rolled him over, hoping for any sign of life.
C'mon Garrus. Don't die on me now
As if on cue, he started breathing labored raged breaths. He coughed up more blood but all that mattered to her was that he was fighting to live.
"We're getting you out of here Garrus. Just hold on" Shepard comforted.
The look in his eyes told her he wasn't about to give up. All she could do was smile as they rushed him back to the Normandy.