Hop in and I'll gladly take you to the next town."I grimace and answer, "I need a minute or two so I don't bleed in your nice truck."He looks concerne...d and says, "What the hell? Did they shoot you?"I'm taking off my tactical rig to get to the wound and explain, "One of the bastards got in a lucky shot and hit my body armor. I'm not sure what the hell he was firing but it shattered the ceramic plate and some of the pieces cut me up a little."He jumps out of the truck with a first aid kit in his. She was a self described ‘grease monkey’, and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on them. She also told me a bit about her schooling, she was an engineering student, and the desire to design cars. We discovered similar interests in our musical and movies taste. By the time we finished dinner, more people were moving about the kitchen. We met other members of the kitchen staff and a couple more interns. When we were relieved of our duties, we made sure to find spots at a table together.There. “Mom, I wanted it too. It. . . it just made me not care about anything or anyone.”She nodded struggling not to cry loud and just hugged me. “I’m sorry I let you down,” she said. “You didn’t let me down mom. I let myself down.”She held me tight and stroked my hair and rocked with me and I felt horribly guilty for what I was doing to practically everyone I knew. I knew then I had to change. She held me a little longer then headed back downstairs. I somehow managed to sleep that night. Itried moving, and though I could flail about, the pain was too much. Itried to look around, but could barely move my head. I managed to seewhat looked like a semi truck out of the corner of my eye. I closed mystinging eyes, as consciousness left me again.-I awoke the next time, another thousand years later, in an ambulance. Idon't think I even opened my eyes, because I don't remember seeinganything. I heard plenty of voices, bits and pieces of words andsentences. "Hemorrhaging", that one.