Soap
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Thread Topic: Soap
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(sorry, my sis needed something xP)
I'm nearly hyperventilating by now, and all I can do is point to where you're bleeding. -
(no problem)
The two guys pick me up, "the planes ready, we can treat him better there. C'mon" -
I stand up and follow after them. 'If he dies....'
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They carry me into the plane and set me down on a bed, and begin treating my wounds.
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I sit down out-of-the-way, but still able to see. I pull my knees to my chest and hide my face.
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After several minutes, one of them steps away and whispers to you: "he's stable, 70% chance of survival"
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I smile at my knees, my head still buried. I whisper "thank you"
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Theyre mostly just cleaning my wounds off now.
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'If anyone dies, it should be me...'
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A few hours pass.
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I'm sitting there, my head leaned back, and staring off into nothingness.
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I open my eyes and cough.
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I jerk my head to face you and wonder if I heard right.
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I move my head a little bit, stiff. And my throat is dry.
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I notice the movement and jog-walk over to you.
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