C149 A Sliver of Hope

A trace of hope.

There was a lot of noise in my ears, and a lot of people were talking, but I couldn't hear what they were talking about.

My vision was blurry, and my head was dizzy. The only thing I could sense clearly now was the pain in my heart and the smell of blood in my mouth.

Someone picked me up. I powerlessly lean against that person's shoulder. Slowly... slowly..