OCTOBER 23
"ARGH!!!" Dominic yelled flinching from the pain that came from alcohol being placed on the large stab wound on his arm. He shut his eyes even tighter as the medic continued to rub the alcohol against his wound, yelling out yelps of pain when the stings got too hard to take in.
The smell of antibiotics filled the air, filling his lungs with every deep breath he took. He held a pillow tightly in his hand, gripping it tightly when the urge to scream even louder or even cry overwhelmed him. His wound throbbed harder as the medic pressed the alcohol-dipped clothing into his stab wound and he gripped the pillow harder.
Knock Knock
Dominic's squinted eyes skirted to the door of the tent before he called out weakly, "come in."
"Does it hurt that much?" Litian asked.
Dominic groaned again and looked at Litian, forcing out a thin laugh, "would you like to switch with me then?"
