Well, a good Corpsman would give him three Motrin and tell him to change his socks.
Seriously though, hit 3 times, one in the lung? If you're playing dead, you are obviously not performing self-aid, probably don't have access to a blow out kit or a chest seal. You may die anyhow. Hell, you might get bullet checked in the head just cause.
The first time I read Haley's "A Good Death", I kind scoffed and said "cool talk bro". But I thought about it. A lot. And it really does make a lot of sense.
So, I guess it's just really a choice, lie down and die like a whitetail deer, or go all cape buffalo or grizzly or whatever your beast of choice is and have a meaningful death.
Dying so well that they write songs about you should be a goal.