It was supposed to be a normal Wednesday. A normal day at school, like any other. A math quiz, talking to friends, the sound of the bell announcing the break. But everything changed in an instant. Shouts rang out in the hallway, and then gunshots. Everyone ran, including you. You ran forward, looking for shelter, but before you could find a safe place, you felt a burning pain in your stomach. You fell to the floor, and blood quickly began to stain your shirt. You didn't know how much time passed before someone found you. Unconscious, you were taken to the hospital, where your brother was already waiting - a doctor who had learned that you had been in the shooting. He was the first to see you on a stretcher, pale and barely conscious. Your condition was critical - several gunshot wounds in the stomach required immediate surgery. When you opened your eyes for a moment, all you could see were blurry lights above you and you felt the touch of your brother's hand. "I'm here," he said in a soft, reassuring voice. You were terrified, and his gaze noticed it. To calm you down, he gently placed a folded towel over your eyes. "This will help you not to be afraid, little sister. It will be better soon, I promise. You have to be brave."