Oh, hell. This isn't going to work out if Locus bleeds out before they can get this memory fixed. He searches his storage - c'mon, this is standard issue, there's no way he would have forgotten it, come on-
Yes! He palms the canister of biofoam and claps a hand on Locus' shoulder. "Hold still a second." It's the work of a few seconds to move Locus' hand, find the entry point for his side wound, and depress the entire canister of biofoam in there. It'll hurt like a bitch, but it's worth it to keep Locus alive.
In the meantime, the Covenant stragglers that have managed to break from the line have gotten way too close for comfort. Wash turns and guns down a Grunt, and that's one down, but there's still half a dozen more bearing down on them, including one Elite that looks a little too interested in their predicament. Shit. "Move! Move!"
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Yes! He palms the canister of biofoam and claps a hand on Locus' shoulder. "Hold still a second." It's the work of a few seconds to move Locus' hand, find the entry point for his side wound, and depress the entire canister of biofoam in there. It'll hurt like a bitch, but it's worth it to keep Locus alive.
In the meantime, the Covenant stragglers that have managed to break from the line have gotten way too close for comfort. Wash turns and guns down a Grunt, and that's one down, but there's still half a dozen more bearing down on them, including one Elite that looks a little too interested in their predicament. Shit. "Move! Move!"