Jul 24, 2019
come on. it's just another bullet. how many times have you been shot before? this isn't any different!
but the wound wasn't healing this time. no, the blood just kept coming and coming.
what the hell did he do to me?
weakly, he looked up, tried to place himself, but he couldn't focus. his eyes were blurring, burning - god, was he crying?
he was trying to hold on, god, he really was, but he wasn't used to pain like this. sure, he'd been shot before, but the wound always healed before he could really feel it.
am i really going to die here?
