They called you a first Aid kit for the broken and damaged people and while they were right, they became so wrong. You ran out of ibuprofen before you blinked and your head began to sink into the snow becoming ice cold causing explosions of pain and a melt down of rain. Your bangages no longer hold, as your covered in blood you try to lick your wounds as they soon began to mold. They called you worthless and you became full of rage that your stitches soon became unsown. You were told to help the broken yet you could not fix yourself. They called you a first Aid kit for the broken, damage people yet they did not think to ask if you needed a kit of your own. - Kayce Bekka
