The commlink that the Spanish soldier possessed came alive with the voice of his superior. He nodded and responded with a terse, "Holding position --- sector seems clear here." He then sighed as he depressed the talk button and aimed down his sights again, watching, waiting for any enemy targets that might return. Nothing has moved, nobody has made a daring attempt. And now, as things settled down, and the rest of the squad moved, he began to feel exhausted. He was breathing more rapidly, his breath short as he also became pale. He looked down and saw that some of his wounds opened up again. He was bleeding. Heavily bleeding. He reached for his commlink and said, "Um, I need help, uh....I'm bleeding out."