Sam Fisher- Smelling Salts

  Fisher felt his stomach boil with anger. They'd shot him execution-style, but botched it and then left him for dead. The bullet had entered the back of his scalp at an angle rather than straight on, then flattened itself on the bone, and followed the curve of the skull to its resting place.

  Careful to keep Heng's head immobile, Fisher rolled him onto his back. He opened each eyelid, checked his eyes. The left one was fixed, the pupil blown. Brain damage. The impact of the bullet had caused bleeding and swelling in his brain. It was a miracle he'd survived this long. Fisher checked his ears; both were leaking blood.

  He checked Heng's body for other wounds but found none. He broke open a smelling-salts capsule beneath Heng's nose. Heng sputtered and his eyes popped open. Fisher held him down, held his head still. "Don't move," he whispered.

  Heng blinked a few times, then focused his one good eye on Fisher. "You. . . . What are you. . . ."

- Checkmate, Chapter 58