There were so many people hurt. So many people…

This was probably the most gruesome game of Capture the flag yet after that new kid arrived.

He was… something else.

Anyways, a bunch of people were hurt. Badly. Which caused Will to panic.

Person after person entered, all hurt, all yelling, all crying, all doing something.

It was… overwhelming. And awful. Especially for Will. He didn’t have much help. There was blood on his medical gloves, which he had to change every five minutes because he had to go from person to person.

Eventually, he began to panic. He could feel his chest beginning to hurt. His breathing growing heavy. It got to a point where it was all he could hear. He began to shake so badly, he could barely hold anything without it dropping. All he could hear was yelling.

”Put them on the ground!”, “there’s no room”, “Hurry up, Solace!”.

But he pushed himself. He had to keep going. He had to help everybody.

He couldn’t fail anybody. He couldn’t let anybody hurt anymore. He couldn’t lose anybody.

He couldn’t…

He couldn’t.