Deafening salvo of machine guns intersected the air. I jumped behind ruined wall and waited, when I get the chance to retaliate.
"John, John, Captain!" someone started screaming at me. I didn't understand it. Why are they screaming? Why are they so dismay? It didn't sound, that somebody needed help, but you never know. I looked around and saw that everyone were staring at me... and that already one of them ran up to me and asked, what he should do. What to do? What to do with what? I got a very bad feeling.
I looked at the place, where he was pointing and where everyone was staring. Red liquid slowly seep into uniform and until now I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. They shot me. They shot me, shot a doctor and far and wide there was none other with this skill.
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John Watson's bad days
Hayran KurguWe all have days when we are saying, that if we stayed in bed, we'd do better, but unfortunately it isn't working like that. We don't know, what awaits for us in the day, when we get up. Sometimes when we look at others people, we have no idea how m...
