"Take these pills; they'll alleviate the pain a bit." I say and I'm secretly happy that he hasn't noticed that he is missing a leg, but I'm dreading every millisecond till when he notices.
His eyes widen, I can practically see his pulse get as fast as when a bullet goes out of a barrel. There's no stopping now.
"Are you feeling any better?" I ask him, nonchalantly, putting away my things.
"You-" He's going to argue.
"-Had to amputate." I cut him off. "I'm sorry, but you said you trusted me and if I hadn't, you would be as good as dead." He finally takes the pain killers and I slide my backpack on.
"We need to go, we can't stay here. It's not safe." The shed I found him in isn't the safest place in the world. Not that anywhere else is better, but we can't stay here for the night.
The man nods. I grab his wrist and wrap his arm around my shoulders so I can steady him. I put his bags on my other shoulder, balancing out the heavy load. I try not to think of how vulnerable we are in the open, and leave.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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This series is part of a post-apocalyptic story that I'm writing from different characters' perspectives. These characters are all loosely based on MBTI types. Bel is an ISFJ.
- #160 Posted 7 years ago
It's great you can explore narrative in this way at this site, great way to make use of Ficlatte features.
- #1287 Posted 5 years ago
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Inspired by (prequel to):
"Please, just drink this. I'll be right back." She said to the grinning injured man. She rolled her …Mia: Bandages
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