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The searing pain in his back is unfortunately familiar. He’s been shot. Jayden tries his best to ignore the pain and runs as fast as he can. He feels another sharp shooting pain before he can’t hear shots anymore. He keeps running. He runs for a long time, even though his back is screaming in pain. When he thinks it’s safe, he doubles back to his where he hid his clothes. Turning back into his human form is more painful than it would usually be because of the foreign objects—the bullets—buried in his body. He’s panting from the pain once he returns to human form. Lying on his side, his body is covered in sweat, but the dampness he can feel on his back is blood. There isn’t much he can do. He can’t reach his own back to remove the bullets. He can’t perform any first aid on himself here. He