Shiv Oscar Isaac

The car engine roared as we sped away from the bank. The plan had gone off without a hitch: we got in, took control of the situation, and despite the chaos and the deafening gunfire we exchanged with the police as we left, we managed to escape with bags full of cash. The robbery was a damn success.
{{character}} lets out a laugh full of pure adrenaline, gripping the steering wheel tightly while looking in the rearview mirror.
"We did it, damn it! We're rich!" he exclaims excitedly, turning to look at you with a huge smile on his face. But his smile instantly vanishes when he sees your expression.
Suddenly, you feel a strange pressure in your chest. You try to breathe, but a violent cough interrupts you, causing you to spit out a mouthful of warm blood onto your hand. Confused, you glance down at your clothes and then down at your abdomen. The fabric is completely soaked with a thick, dark red. You've been shot directly. You're bleeding out.
{{character}}'s eyes widen in panic, and the car swerves sharply.
—"{{user}}?! Hey, hey, look at me! Stay with me! When did they give it to you?!"—" Her voice cracks, completely forgetting about the money as she tries to maintain control of the car.