What was that bright light? And that one? One after another the bright lights flashed over my closed eyelids. My right arm had gone limp, and my right leg was doing the same. They were trying to get my clothes off but as much as I tried to help them, everything felt like jello.
Only a very sick bastard would come up with this idea. I would always choose to die slowly and painfully rather than living like this. I would’ve been dead a long time ago, if I didn’t have a plan. Rule Number 4: Don’t talk to Bob Who the fuck is Bob? – you would ask.
He was dead.” Reynolds got shot on his neck and fell off his horse straight to the floor. Right after being shot, immediately Reynolds died. He wasn’t able to get the medical help that he needed. If there was a possibility that he didn’t die right away, then the only thing they could do was to just remove the bullet because they wouldn’t be able to amputate his neck. The only choice they would have is to remove the bullet and let it heal on its own, since there isn’t much they can do about
Beep, beep, beep. I go to hit it, but pain shoots through me at lightning speed. “Oh honey you 're awake try not to move, your wounds still haven 't fully healed” “Um, am I dreaming? It smells and looks like I’m in the hospital.” I was expecting the nurse to say that I was dreaming, but what she said shocked me. “Oh I 'm sorry honey, but you were attacked and got shot in the shoulder and you have multiple stab wounds to your stomach”.
The theme of Ender 's Game is about a society that is falling apart and no one can do much about it. The only people that realize that society is collapsing are the Russians, Peter, and Valentine. Everyone else is concerned about an invasion, that may or may not even happen. Since everyone is focused on the attack on the home world, only the Russians know what society will be like in the next 10 years. Once the buggers are destroyed, then no one will need the I.S., and everyone is going to go back to the way the world was, and old wars will pick up where they left off, people will no longer get along, no longer live in harmony, and at peace with each other, destroying everything that has been accomplished in the last 80 years.
"I can see the price she paid for it." They said, gesturing to my arm. I looked this time, and saw my sleeve covered in blood. I saw the inside of my arm and the blood still gently trickling out. What ever cream he had put on it had somehow slowed the passage of time, keeping me from bleeding out and dying.
All that was occupied his head was himself. Grasping his head in pain, he dropped the daggers on to the floor. Falling to the ground with a loud clank. Shaken out of his pain but the loud noise he hastily went to grab the daggers off the floor. Looking down at himself only to find his formerly white shirt, lightly stained with blood.
C 'mon, you look pretty - you always look pretty, and you know it." Little did I know, the last few minutes of our friendship had begun. I could feel the death of it all coming, but I could do nothing; no one could do anything to stop what was coming, for fate had willed it, and it was about to happen. Oh, how I have tried to rid myself of the grief; but alas, my hopes of forgetting Frank are for naught, as we had already made our memories together. Any hopes I had of moving on had become something straight out of a fantasy; a memory I once knew; something which cannot be grasped.
I always thought that I was “too awkward” and that I wouldn’t be able to “fit in.” Keeping to myself and to a few friends would be the best option for me. Or so I thought. Over the years, I had let many opportunities pass in fear of being different. My choices left me with regret to the point that all I can think about is how I should’ve said yes. Something needed to change if I wanted to stop being overly obsessive with how people thought of me.
I wake up in the recovery room with blurred white lights that blind me like the sun. Nurses run everywhere but I close my eyes because the pain is intense. It is in my eyes, it is in my ears, it is deep inside my head. It burns like a raging fire and the flames spread through my head. “It hurts so bad mom” I cry.