Bloody sweater

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I grasped my brothers shirt running to the hospital. Tears ran down my cheeks as I had to stop than kept,running. I can't have him die, I can't, I can't. Now I could hold him fine?! Throw back to 2 hours ago when I dropped him off the train tracks. His blood pouring onto my hands and sweater. Finally the hospital.i ran a bot faster. The doors swung open. "SOME ONE HELP MY BROTHER!!!!" I screamed. The nurses and doctors grabbed my brother. They started rushing him to the transplant room. "You can't be back here!" One shouted. "To bad." I growled. "I'm watching what you do.


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