Panlo - D9M

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The medical bed is lumpy and hard, almost felt like wood. It was a miracle that I managed to survive the blast, maybe I can survive this as well. I prayed to anything that might be listening to me, it can't go like this. My crimson blood seeps throughout my wounds and almost feels like it keeps flowing out like a river. I can feel my own head growing lighter and lighter as the minute ticks by. If I won't make it out alive, hopefully, my district partner can. She has a chance, she's an athletic girl, able to do flips.

I look at the doctors, but they're not doctors anymore, they look like my parents instead. I don't care if what I am seeing is real or not, but it feels somewhat soothing to see them one last time. I whisper something to my parents, "I'm sorry." Then I slip into the cold, darkness, and never get back out.

Placement: 18th

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