Dash In The Sky(New Version)

Chapter 2

The camp was in utter chaos when we got back. Dead bodies were lined neatly on the ground, near the base.
Blood and body parts littered the place. I could feel the bile coming up in my mouth but I pushed it back down.

I rushed over to a person coughing up blood. I sat them up and tore a part of my shirt and wiped his face and mouth.

"Just breathe. Breathe"

"I'm trying"

I carefully searched the man for any wounds and found none.

"Where hurts?"

He pointed on his chest, right at his heart.

"You have any heart issues?"

He nodded his head.

"Serious?"

He nodded again.

"You got penicillin?"

"L..l...lo..los...lost it"

"Alright. Count to ten with me. At each number take a deep breath and release."

He nodded.

"One, in, out. Two, in, out. Three, in, out. Four, in, out. Five, in, out. Six, in, out. Seven, in, out. Eight, in, out. Nine, in, out. Ten, in, out"

He dropped his head in relief.

"How do you feel?"

"Good. You're sure that wasn't for you to calm down?"

I smiled.

"Probably" I said standing up.

"Thanks"

I nodded my head.

I rushed off to another person and another. I helped six persons until I came to the last person I decided to help.

"I want to die. Just let me die"

"No I can't do that" I said applying more pressure to his wound.

I gulped.

Too much blood, too much blood.

My shirt, pants and hands were soaked with his blood.
His skin started to look pale already and he wouldn't stay still.

"Let me go!"
He pushed himself away from me and moved over to a rock.

"Just let me help" I moved closer to him

"No" he moved farther away from me.

I stopped.

He looked up to the sky and stopped moving. My heart skipped a beat.
Then he started moving again unable to bear the pain and agony.

I sighed.

I touched his shoulder gently.

"Tell me about yourself" I said gingerly

He looked at me strangely and for a moment he looked like he wasn't feeling any pain.

He suddenly screamed and I jumped back.

"Can't you just kill me already!?"

"No"

"Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

He sighed, trying to relax himself.

"My name is George Robertson. I'm thirty seven years old and I'm engineer. I'm married to a beautiful...w..w..wife, who's trying to divorce me. We had two kids and they hate my guts. I came here to get away from it all and well, I'm going to die."
He sighed.