I stopped, not sure what to do. I looked back at Falcon, and saw determination in his eyes. He was going to make it. 

I dropped the SCAR, and reached into my backpack. I grabbed a neatly rolled paper. I took it out, and quickly built a wall behind Falcon. It crumbled to dust, the missile exploding right before me.

                                                                                      ***

I opened my eyes, my ears ringing. I felt dizzy.

"Falcon?! Psycho?! Voodoo?!" I slowly got up, leaning on a tree for some support.

"Wraith?" I spun around, and found Psycho and Voodoo slowly getting up.

"What happened?" Voodoo asked, scratching his head.

"The missile exploded, sending us flying a couple feet back." Psycho replied, grabbing her pistol.

"Ah, gotcha. Hey mate, where's Falcon?" 

I shrugged my shoulders. I turned back, and saw a trail of something. I walked closer to inspect it, and gasped.

"Blood."

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I grabbed the SCAR, and ran. 

"FALCON!!" 

I slowed down as I heard something moving. I gripped the SCAR, bringing it up. I looked around before continuing. "Falcon?"

I turned a sharp corner, and saw a lump against a little shack. I sprinted towards it, and found a pair of familiar brown eyes.

I crouched beside him, and slowly turned him onto his back.

"Ow!! SH-" I covered his mouth, and took off my backpack.

"Falcon, I need you to stay right here for a little bit. If someone comes, then yell at the top of your lungs." He nodded, wincing. 

I ran towards the massive clutter of trees, and took out my pickaxe. 

"Time to get to work."

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I shoved all the wood I gathered into my backpack, and ran back to Falcon. I was glad he was still here, but I quickly frowned.

His breathing was slower, and his skin was a ghostly pale. 

"Wraith." He tried to move to look at me, but groaned.

"It's okay. I'm here."  I took out the rolled up paper again, and began to build us a tower.

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As soon as I finished, I sat down by Falcon. He smiled when he saw my face.

"I hope you remember me, Wraith." He told me, teary-eyed.

I shook my head. I wasn't going to let him die. "No, you're not leaving us yet."

"Yes I am. I could feel it, slowly taking me away. You have to win this for us." He slowly took my hand, intertwining our fingers together.

My eyes were welling up with tears, making it hard to see. I shook my head harder this time, and then I remembered something. Bandages.

I quickly let go of his hand, and tore through my backpack. I reached into a pocket, and felt something kind of squishy. Gotcha.

I ripped them open, and started to heal Falcon.