The Syringe

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Octavia's POV:

   Lincoln has finally found me. I thought that he was dead. Now he was here, with me. And he promised that he would never leave me again.

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15 minutes later...

   Lincoln and another man had finished making a stretcher. Now the only thing standing in their way was getting me on it.

   "Clark were ready," Wait what did he just say. Is Clark okay too? Is she here?

   Just then Clark came running out with something in her hands. Was it a syringe? She kneeled down beside me and told me that she was gonna help. I must have looked terrified, because she just reassured me that I would be fine.

   And soon enough she was brushing the hair away from my neck, and sticking me with the needle. Seconds passed and all my pain started to fade. My vision was blurry. And I struggled to keep my eyes open. But then, I stopped fighting it.

   Everything around me disappeared. And I faded off into a deep sleep.

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