Michelle
All I could see were blurs of movement. The sound was tricky—everything was ringing. The ringing in my ears grew so intense that I had to cover them and shut my eyes. There was so much blood, so much pain, so much groaning from before. I felt myself being pulled into a chest, my back being rubbed softly. Words were murmured into my ear, but I couldn’t make them out. I didn’t know how long I stayed like that, but I did know that when the smell of blood was gone, I could think again.
I was sitting outside, a blanket wrapped around my body, and in my hand was a cup of hot coffee. It wasn’t cold out, but I was cold. I was shivering—shivering so much that I could barely raise the cup to my mouth without spilling the liquid. Finally, I managed to bring the cup to my lips, taking in as
