The End of Flight

The panic comes very quickly.  My eyes are focusing better, and now I can see my bloodied legs, and then the braces around them.  I can't feel my legs at all, nor can I move them.  My mouth keeps opening.  Nothing comes out.  "Help me" my mind says to no one there.  Suddenly I hear noises much louder than before, I feel the breeze of people racing around me.   I can't make out what they are saying, but I can sense their distress.  "I'm in big trouble here" my sobering mind says.  

"I don't want to die".  No one is communicating with me, I must be unconscious.  But I need to know how bad it really is.  Now my body feels like a piece of matter ready to decay, rot, and fade away.  The weight of this fact overwhelms me, there is no way out.

The End

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