Your eyes gazed upon the blue-colored sky, watching the faint clouds move along it as your body was getting hugged by tons of warm flames. The smell of gasoline, blood and burnt skin lingered in the air, your eyes filling up with tears when you realize that the scent your nose is catching is the scent of the burnt flesh of your teammates.

You were starting to lose your senses, the scent of your burnt teammates was long gone, you couldn't feel anything in your legs, just the warmth of the flames that continued to take over your laying body.

You closed your eyes, accepting the fate that has been set in stone and awaiting to be fulfilled. You slowly lost the feeling of the burnt grass that you were laying on, seeing nothing but pitch black now.

But as biology kept it's rules and laws, the last sense you had was hearing. And what you heard? Some grunts, soft talking, low voice and the sound of some living object being pulled through the dirt.

And as the biology kept it's laws still, after regaining consciousness, the first sense you had was hearing. Footsteps, rusting of bedsheets, some people talking in a different language you were too tired to understand or recognize.

Next came touch. Soft blanket and a mattress underneath you, a pillow under your head and some cold bandages over your burns that stung.

Taste was basically useless, all you felt was your dry mouth that needed water immediately. Smell was also good for nothing, the room smelled like fish oil and ointment.

And then sight. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting with a dim light that came from a lamp a few meters away from where you were laying.

"Ладно, ладно, он проснулся. Уходи, я позвоню тебе, если понадобится."

It took you a while, but when you realize what language that was, you were met with the eyes you always feared and avoided. The multicolored eyes stared into yours, almost as if the person wanted to blind you with them. Then, they softened.

"You're awake now, don't panic, Мальчик. i won't hurt you."