A Call"Open your eyes! Get a hold of yourself, Lieutenant!"
As much as he tried, her eyes weren't opening and her body was horrifyingly still. His hands shook violently, and he was surprised he was still able to hold her. He felt blood start to slowly stroke down his hands, and he scrunched his eyes closed. No, not like this. Not now. This couldn't happen. It can't happen.
"Lieutenant!" he called again, but she didn't stir.
He couldn't speak anymore, for his voice was trapped in his attempt to hold back tears. He glanced towards her face, hoping, dear God, just hoping she had moved. His heart sunk, and he gritted his teeth, as the thought of her being dead began to cross his mind-
Roy jolted upright. He scrunched his eyes closed, and rose his knees, before wiping his clammy hands down his face. The room was still, as was he. All he heard was the sound of his heavy breathing, and his heart pounding against his chest.
His throat was dry, and when he removed his hands from his face, he noticed