This is another of my short stories, the first one I have ever written about two years ago now.

 (Written in a males perspective.)

I tried to think of what this poor girl had to have gone through to be in this condition as I carried her down the dark hallways. Her eyes were closed and her mouth fell slack from unconsciousness. Her chin matched the entire left side of her face by being incredibly bruised and torn but as for her body, that was much worse. Scares peaked out from under spattered blood and bruises running down from her shoulders down to her wrists. Her shirt was torn down by her left hip exposing a large gash that had just been stitched up by the paramedics. Her legs however were in surprisingly good condition compared to the rest of her, the lines of her thigh and calf muscles were exposed for the the sweats she was wearing were ripped in numerous places.

I rounded the final corner and entered a large “Wash Room” where paramedics waited by a filled bathtub. I placed her in the water and as gently as I could, soaked her hair and whipped the blood clear of her face. It wasn’t long until the water it’s self was a dark red color and I couldn’t help but groan every time a new wound was exposed. It wasn’t until I had taken her out and was dressing her, that she woke up.

Her eyes fluttered and she groaned, I froze, no one had ever woken up this soon before. I struggled a gown the rest of the way onto her before she was entirely awake. She shook and groaned again this time louder and mumbled a name I couldn’t catch.

“Shhh.” I cooed into her ear, but she tried to pull away and when she realized she didn’t have the strength whimpered a plee for me to let go. Knowing she would fall I held her steady, letting her lean against my chest and looking franticly around at the people in the room. They all looked back at me, alarmed and confused. No one knew what was going on.

“It’s ok I won’t hurt you.” I whispered shuffling slowly to the door, maybe the scientists would know what to do.

“Then stop.” She croaked, and I quickly did so. Planting my feet and asking her what she ment.

“Hurting me!” She screamed with amazing clarity. I pulled my head back and struggled against her swinging arms, but didn’t let go and when the paramedics finally intervened i let them handle her, sinking a large needle into her arm instantly knocking her out, she fell onto the floor fast and without thinking I scooped her up into my arms. Then suddenly her back arched and she screamed, this time louder, she shook and kicked uselessly at the air, her hands and arms turning a sickly purple color from the shot she had been givin. Confused with the noise more people rushed in then stared in fear as the girl seemed to die in my arms. But she only tired and feinted, and once she was sure to be asleep, but still breathing the room was cleared and she was taken away. Leaving me alone in the aftermath of the disaster.

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  • pablo on May 24, 2010

    I really like your story. I hope you get to read mine just below yours titled “A widows supper”

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