Jack's vision was going in and out. He knew his concussion had gone from moderate to major. He knew L.E.R.U. was around somewhere, he just needed to get somewhere safe so he could use it to recover. Jack felt himself being carried away, which infuriated him being words.<br/><br/>"Ugh..." Jack grunted, "L-let... me go... I-... I order you... I order you to put me down..." Jack realized he had dropped his .357 when he fell to the ground after the shot. His shotgun was still on his back, but he now had no sidearm. Jack's vision went completely black for a few moments. He could barely think, the pain in his head was so great. Jack struggled a bit as the person carried him, but eventually he gave up and just let his body go limp. 'I can't walk...' he thought, 'I am now just an inconvenience... Fuck me with a firearm, I have no way to defend myself...'<br/><br/>(ABILITY LOST: Sidearm Six-shooter)