A shootout

Now that the fog is beginning to clear recent events come back to you in vivid detail.

The job had been a straightforward one, three-man crew, smash and grab, in and out quick and clean. A parting shot to make sure no one in the bank got any ideas about following and you were out the door, home free. That was until the cop showed up.

He came out of nowhere waving his automatic in your face like he was auditioning to be in the movies. Still, one of him, three of you, you weren't worried. You went for your piece but the baby-faced fuck was too quick! You felt his bullets tear into you sending you sprawling on the sidewalk. You struggled to get to your feet but they weren't listening to you right now. Your whole body got incredibly heavy, darkness filled the corners of your vision and then...

Then nothing, the void, and then here.

"Oh shit" you breathe "I'm hit! I'm fucking hit. Is it bad? I don't feel anything, that means it's bad right? Come on be straight with me old man me how bad is it?"

The old man hesitates, takes a deep breath, and looks you in the eye before telling you...