Casualties in Crisis by Preston Nimmons

I pushed through the heavy, creaking door and hobbled into the emergency department. I left a trail of blood behind me. Was this a cruel joke? The world seemed unreal.

I pushed through the heavy, creaking door and hobbled into the emergency department. I left a trail of blood behind me. Was this a cruel joke? The world seemed unreal.

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