As I try to move forward, I notice that my hands are wet, red with my blood. I must have been terribly injured because I now notice the puddle of blood that I have been lying in. It is nearly impossible to lift myself up onto all fours. One shuffle at a time, I crawl towards AZ4. I hold their hand, the one that I have always loved. Both lying sideways, they place their forehead on mine.
Suddenly, a group of people come over and carry us off to a secure room. Immediately, they begin tending to our severe wounds. Rubbing alcohol, gauze, stitches, a swarm of people surround us performing distinct tasks. Wrapped in warm blankets, and lying across from each other AZ4 peers into my eyes. They hold a growing grin, one that expresses a thousand words at one. I imagine them saying “it is only the beginning”.
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