"Easy boy, just breathe,"
I coughed and coughed until I had no more breath and once everything had escaped my lungs, I took in a deep gasp.
Stupidly, I quickly looked up but Simo beside me dragged my head back down, allowing a bullet to fly over my head.
"Sorry," I muttered after just managing to catch my breath.
"It's fine. You did pretty well with the breathing technique, but you haven't trained much with it. Your lungs and heart definitely haven't met the capacity needed to maintain it for that long, but I'll tell you that you have talent," Simo said and his compliment felt good.
It made me a bit more motivated… or it could've just been the adrenaline influencing my thoughts since my shoulder had basically been shattered.
One of the other men who were still alive was attending to my wound but judging from the expression on his face, it was obvious my right arm was now unusable.
