Bad Blood

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'Gracey.' He whispered. I dared to open my eyes. He held his hand out to me, the blood having crept between the joins in his fingers. I tried to reach out to him, but there was a foot of space between us. After a minute, Dan crawled his way painfully over to me. He lay with me, stroking my face. All I could hear was my own sobs echoing off the trees and Dans laboured breathing.

'We have to get out of here.' He whispered. I shook my head. I was too scared to move. I wanted to stay here forever. I couldn't face ever standing up and going home. In that moment I wanted to die.

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