Blood On Her Hands.
Asleep or Dead?
I don't want you and I don't need you. Don't bother to resist, or I'll beat you..
-Ambulance Personnel-
The beauty of the setting sun didn't lighten up the whole scene.
We wheeled the limp body of this young boy.
Our hands and white uniform has blotches of blood.
On the stretched, his arms were gushing blood.
And he was also throwing up a mixture of white substance and blood.
But mainly, it's just blood.
Earlier, we received a call from a panic-stricken stuttering teenager.
The words are pouring out of his mouth that we need to make him calm down and say twice.
Finally, after he calmed down we got the right message.
They found their friend in his bedroom floor.
Bathing in his own blood.
He looks like he's not going be around longer.
Thick sweat were dripping from his forehead and blood was all over his clothes.
A short boy that looks like an ex-convict due to his tattoos and piercings stood next to a girl.
He was shaking with panic and terror.
His black shirt has dark spots everywhere.
His copper skin that was covered in tattoos were also covered in blood.
When we arrived, the dying boy was in arms.
A girl with cropped short hair stood next to him.
I couldn't make out what emotion is playing on her face.
Horror, panic, helplessness.
But the strongest was shock.
The truth probably hasn't sank in yet.
Her arms caked with blood and gush were wrapped around her torso.
Like she'll break into pieces without it.
I could see blood crusted on her cheeks and drying in her short brown hair.
As we loaded him in the back of the ambulance, the girl ran to where we are.
"Can I please go?" Her voice was pretty shaky.
I eyed our head nurse and he nodded.
"Are you a relative?" She nodded.
I looked at the boy who was walking to reach us.
He nodded. "I'm his fiancee." She added.
Woah, that's horrible.
Your soon-to-be husband is dying and gushing blood all over the place.
"Okay, hop in." I moved so she could sit.
"We'll follow, Liz." The boy said in a grieving tone.
She nodded, wiping her tears.
The assistant nurse closed the door and the image of the boy was gone.
The engine started and we were driving.
The sobs of the girl next to me was drowned from the loud ringing of the sirens.
We started to gather around him doing what we can to seize whatever is left in him.
There, a little bit of a cliffhanger. Enjoy my loves.
Muwahahaha. <3
-Ambulance Personnel-
The beauty of the setting sun didn't lighten up the whole scene.
We wheeled the limp body of this young boy.
Our hands and white uniform has blotches of blood.
On the stretched, his arms were gushing blood.
And he was also throwing up a mixture of white substance and blood.
But mainly, it's just blood.
Earlier, we received a call from a panic-stricken stuttering teenager.
The words are pouring out of his mouth that we need to make him calm down and say twice.
Finally, after he calmed down we got the right message.
They found their friend in his bedroom floor.
Bathing in his own blood.
He looks like he's not going be around longer.
Thick sweat were dripping from his forehead and blood was all over his clothes.
A short boy that looks like an ex-convict due to his tattoos and piercings stood next to a girl.
He was shaking with panic and terror.
His black shirt has dark spots everywhere.
His copper skin that was covered in tattoos were also covered in blood.
When we arrived, the dying boy was in arms.
A girl with cropped short hair stood next to him.
I couldn't make out what emotion is playing on her face.
Horror, panic, helplessness.
But the strongest was shock.
The truth probably hasn't sank in yet.
Her arms caked with blood and gush were wrapped around her torso.
Like she'll break into pieces without it.
I could see blood crusted on her cheeks and drying in her short brown hair.
As we loaded him in the back of the ambulance, the girl ran to where we are.
"Can I please go?" Her voice was pretty shaky.
I eyed our head nurse and he nodded.
"Are you a relative?" She nodded.
I looked at the boy who was walking to reach us.
He nodded. "I'm his fiancee." She added.
Woah, that's horrible.
Your soon-to-be husband is dying and gushing blood all over the place.
"Okay, hop in." I moved so she could sit.
"We'll follow, Liz." The boy said in a grieving tone.
She nodded, wiping her tears.
The assistant nurse closed the door and the image of the boy was gone.
The engine started and we were driving.
The sobs of the girl next to me was drowned from the loud ringing of the sirens.
We started to gather around him doing what we can to seize whatever is left in him.
There, a little bit of a cliffhanger. Enjoy my loves.
Muwahahaha. <3