Scarecrow: Hurry up guys...

I lay on the floor of the cell curled up in a ball. My ribs were killing me. I coughed weakly and a trickle of blood made it's way out of my mouth and down my cheek.

I think my broken rib had punctured a lung. My whole body was on fire, bruises and cuts covering me in scattered patterns of abuse. Unconsciousness beckoned and I felt the lull of sleep washing over me. I didn't want to give in for fear I'd never wake up again. I knew I only had about a day, two at most, before my punctured lung killed me. I also knew they wouldn't help me, they'd leave me to die. I was irrelevant at this stage of the game. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the burning pain in my side. Her voice echoed through my mind and I gritted my teeth.

'No!' I gasped as I struggled to my feet. I couldn't let them win. I had to see her again. I practically promised her I'd see her again. I took a few steps forward and smiled in victory. Yes... I was going to beat this, I can win, I'm going to....

I fell forwards and stuck my hand out to break my fall, the shock sending a ripple of pain through my body. Why is it always me? I wondered before the darkness consumed me and I curled up on the floor again.

Guys hurry up and come get me,  I'm not ready to die just yet....

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