p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Your lungs bring you back to screaming, burning, white hot pain. "Oh my god! You're okay. You're okay" John sniffles and hugs you lightly. "I was so fucking scared. Dave please I cannot watch this shit anymore!" You let out a wheezy and choke out, " an you d-don't have to… j-juhst le-eeave" You cough up a small amount of blood and John wipes it with a small rag. "never… I love you, man" John wipes his eyes with his sleeve. You feel bad, terrible really. "I'm sorry this is my fault." John looks livid, "Dave no! No fucking way! It's NOT your fault!" You whimper, "yes, sir." John cleans your beaten body and wraps up every wound with gauze and Band-Aids. You fall asleep./p