Worlds Apart
You ignore your natural urge to shout for the doctor and instead stroke Dash45's hair off her forehead. Staring into eyes that are so much like your own, you feel a chill go down your spine... almost like a sense of foreboding.
Dash45 continues to cough and a trickle of blood slides out of her mouth, splashing onto the floor. You don't know what else to do other than sit next to her and hold her hand, trying to provide as much comfort as you can. But a part of you knows how hopeless it is.
The doctor pushes his way through the crowd and crouches down next to Dash45. He takes out a needle and a vial of liquid. As he draws some of the liquid into the needle, he glances at you dismissively. "You can return to your seat."
(Remember the code Ad).
Dash45 continues to cough and a trickle of blood slides out of her mouth, splashing onto the floor. You don't know what else to do other than sit next to her and hold her hand, trying to provide as much comfort as you can. But a part of you knows how hopeless it is.
The doctor pushes his way through the crowd and crouches down next to Dash45. He takes out a needle and a vial of liquid. As he draws some of the liquid into the needle, he glances at you dismissively. "You can return to your seat."
(Remember the code Ad).