The flow of energon keeps spurting from the stump in pulses before First Aid gets enough of a grip on his senses to reroute the energon flow. He vents raggedly, the sound almost wet, and his visor is so bright it's almost white.

He looks down at his arm as it's kicked aside, his detached hand still tightly gripping the gun. Can he grab it before Pharma takes off his head?

"Is this a-about making me suffer?"

He shifts, circling a distance from Pharma, trying to get into a better position to grab the gun.