The cream colored shirt was stained with his blood, creating a pink tint that was sickening to look at. The red blood continued to pool as the wound bled out. He feared there would soon be none left inside his body.

"Timothy, we will have this wound dressed very soon. Hold on," Ducky said sharply. His tone was harsh, but he hoped it would intimidate the young agent enough to keep him from letting the eternal darkness overtake him.

Tim tried in vain to get a breath. Darkness clouded his vision, blocking out the horrible color his shirt had turned.