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8

I have to keep going, keep moving, don’t give up. There has to be a way.  There has to be. Don’t trip, even though I can’t see. Keep walking, keep walking. My feet are wet. Blood. They are bleeding. I can’t even feel it. The agony is too strong. Can’t walk. Got to rest. Got to…. Get up. Keep walking, keep walking, find the light, find it. Look harder, it has to be there. Look harder. Look….. Who is that? They’re holding a lantern with light inside. What are they saying? What is that sound? My name. It has to be. Find them. Find them. Find them….

 

My eyes open. Everything is white. The sheets on the bed I’m in, the faces of the concerned nurses around the bed, and the walls around me. One of the nurses says my name. “Not many ever wake up from such severe injuries,” she says.

Something is wrong. I know it. They see it, but too late. The white clouds my vision. I see stars as the hospital fades from view for the last time.

 

I’ve found it. Finally, the agony is gone. Everything is bright. Finally, I can see.