Chapter 2
Toni-Not My End
The last thing I remember was me telling Jed to run for his life. My shoulder hurt like the dickens. I was drenched in my own blood. Soon it got so bad that I couldn't tell if my hand was sweaty or bloody. But I knew that once I died it would be all over.
With grenade in my sweaty/bloody hand, I quietly counted the seconds until my end. My eyes hurt to stay open, so I closed them. I didn't have to see the person in front of me to know that it was an enemy.
He grasped my hair and threw me to the side. I rolled down the side of the hill, hearing a loud boom. So, I had been mistaken. The grenade caused AN end, but it wasn't mine.
I rolled and rolled down the hill, trying not to gasp. I finally came to a stop underneath another bush. My shoulder and back hurt. My fight ended. I gasped for breath. Anything, ANYTHING to keep me alive. For some reason, I wanted to stay alive. I felt like there was something I had to stay alive for.
Gasping, sucking in air. My lungs just didn't want to accept it. That went on for a few minutes. But it felt like a year to me. Blood poured out of my shoulder and I then hurt everywhere.
Finally, I heard footsteps. Enemy? Cuban or Soviet? Okay, Toni. Just pretend to be dead. I stopped fighting and didn't try to pretend.
"Well, what have we here?"
"It looks like a girl."
"Of course it's a girl, idjit. Is she wounded?"
"Nah, the red smelly stain on her shoulder around the hole is just a fashion statement."
"Don't get smart with me. C'mon, let's get her to the hospital. She's still breathing."
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