The trigger was pulled, sending a round through Bedlam's head the instant the beep was heard. Near the end he sat up, holding his head that somehow healed already from the wound. His eyes a pure blue. [u]"Bloody hell...87. Got to remember that."[/u] He swiftly laid Grant on the ground and placed both hands on his chest before sending a strong electrical current through him like a defibrillator. [u] "Hey, a stopped heart doesn't mean a dead brain. Get up, Grant..."[/u] At the same time his knife wound would begin to patch itself up. [u]"I've only got so much power left, man, get uuuup."[/u]