Utterly Mad

Zar was breathing heavy as he sat back up, the gun falling from his hand. "Shit.....fuck. I'm good, but.....fuck, Blackjack!" His voice was both worried and scared as he fully righted himself, running over next to her. "Gods damn it, you alright there?" Zar asked, stooping down and offering a hand. Part of him said she might punch him, using his vulnerable position and all, the other part didn't really care.