Jack felt the sharp burn of the shot as it penetrated through his chest. It narrowly avoided his heart, but hit and punctured squarely through his left lung. He let out a gasp of air as he fell to the floor, and tried to breathe with his one functioning lung; shallow breaths to keep himself going.

"Doctor..." he breathed, hoarse, not really words. He reached an arm back with a flailing hand, feeling himself dizzy and lightheaded and he couldn't tell if it was from the lack of oxygen or the drugs in his system.

He blinked slowly a few times, trying to make the world come into focus, and he pushed a hand uselessly against the ground to try and stand. But it was pointless, and with a last ditch deep breath he fell back, flat to the ground, and collapsed.