Some of it is mine. My bandage got all torn up when I was
crawling around, looking for my half of the necklace, and I
cut myself on some broken glass, I think. I already got shot,
you know that, and there's blood coming from there, too.
The way the hospital fell down, it hasn't been so convenient
for my healing.
I can't explain all of the blood, though. I think some of it
comes from the dead bodies. This was a public ward before
the ceiling and the walls fell down. There was a curtain
around my bed that the nurses could pull if I wanted to use
the toilet, but that was it for privacy. Those bodies are the
other people who were in here. When the walls fell down,
they fell down on them. I can tell cos there's a hand near me,
and I reached out and touched it, and followed it to the wrist
and then the arm, feeling to see if it was a man or a woman. I
don't know why. And I couldn't tell, anyway, cos after the
arm there was no shoulder, just rubble.
Me, I was lucky. I was on the far end of the ward and the
walls didn't come down here.
Though maybe I'm not so lucky, cos I'm still trapped.
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