Raphael's eyes grew wide as he felt the shot enter his abdomen - probably the stomach, he thought clinically - and warm blood began spurting from the wound. He had been looking - John hadn't touched the trigger, he didn't know why it fired - and his gaze shifted to his robe where a red stain was rapidly blossoming.

He put his hand on it and started to heal it...

Then felt his energy run out.

His mouth dropped and he looked up at John desperately, though he never got to speak. As he started to black out he dimly realized he'd used up what little energy he'd recovered healing himself earlier during the fight. The biggest veins were sealed up but not much more than that...

Then with an indistinct 'guh' he collapsed.