Bush
You've been am-bushed!
Yolya Markov
STONE'S "Hospital"
"Yolya, wake up! Wake up, Yolya!"
Yolya awoke. He was being stared at by a medic.
"Hey Yolya," the medic said. "Are you feeling better?"
Yolya still remembered what he to Cinder, and what Cinder did to him. His back still ached, and so did his heart.
"I committed a terrible action," Yolya said, with a guilt look in his face and sound in his voice. He was truly sorry for what he did, yet he didn't believe he should be forgiven.
"What?" The medic joked and smiled. "Not paying attention to yourself, causing you to hurt your back?"
But what you did was right! Claimed his conscious. She was hurting others! You could of easily healed her! His conscious argued back. Yes, but why didn't we use our voice? Don't you want peace, instead of violence? You shot someone! You got lucky that she turned into smoke form an-
"Yolya?" The medics smiled faded. "You okay?"
Yolya finally came back to his senses. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, still with guilt in his voice.
The medic cringed a bit. "Well...I can't say the same thing for your back." The medic pulled out a old television on wheels, which showed him a X-Ray of his back. The bones were mostly out of place. Some of his blood vvessels have been cut wide open.
"It's going to take a few days for you to get your back fixed," The medic said. "However, you can heal yourself, right?"
"One wound per minute," Yolya replied.
"Then I recommend you start," said the medic. The medic began to walk away with the television. Yolya began to fix his blood vessels, still thinking of what he did.
You deserve this. Said his angry conscious, and Yolya agreed with it.
STONE'S "Hospital"
"Yolya, wake up! Wake up, Yolya!"
Yolya awoke. He was being stared at by a medic.
"Hey Yolya," the medic said. "Are you feeling better?"
Yolya still remembered what he to Cinder, and what Cinder did to him. His back still ached, and so did his heart.
"I committed a terrible action," Yolya said, with a guilt look in his face and sound in his voice. He was truly sorry for what he did, yet he didn't believe he should be forgiven.
"What?" The medic joked and smiled. "Not paying attention to yourself, causing you to hurt your back?"
But what you did was right! Claimed his conscious. She was hurting others! You could of easily healed her! His conscious argued back. Yes, but why didn't we use our voice? Don't you want peace, instead of violence? You shot someone! You got lucky that she turned into smoke form an-
"Yolya?" The medics smiled faded. "You okay?"
Yolya finally came back to his senses. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, still with guilt in his voice.
The medic cringed a bit. "Well...I can't say the same thing for your back." The medic pulled out a old television on wheels, which showed him a X-Ray of his back. The bones were mostly out of place. Some of his blood vvessels have been cut wide open.
"It's going to take a few days for you to get your back fixed," The medic said. "However, you can heal yourself, right?"
"One wound per minute," Yolya replied.
"Then I recommend you start," said the medic. The medic began to walk away with the television. Yolya began to fix his blood vessels, still thinking of what he did.
You deserve this. Said his angry conscious, and Yolya agreed with it.