Raksha is 7, and her sister is five. The massacre occurs. Raksha led her sister to safety, as gunfire sounded in the distance. Their reactions are polar opposite. Raksha, swearing vengeance, trained every day, working hard and entering their army. Ashleigh, wanting such loss to never occur again, trained every day to become a nurse, healing people. Not a very good nurse, frankly. But then, winter falls, and Raksha is 19 while Ashleigh is 17. Raksha's troops head north, while Ashleigh and the survivors stay behind. But, the troops lost. Raksha wakes up after falling unconscious in the blizzard. She treks the many miles home, her vision growing blurry and her time running out. She arrives home, and Ashleigh rushes her to a hospital bed. Ashleigh grabs the sleeping pills. 1/4 a pill makes the taker fall asleep instantly, and be a bit droopy for an hour after waking up. Desperately, Ashleigh gives Raksha three whole pills. She then reads the serving size... *read the fluckin story*