Year 2114. Destination: WONM Frontlines.
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Pain. Pain everywhere. Her vision grew blurrier, her eyes heavier. She knew that she was going to die if she didn't get help right away. She could hear voices shouting and blobs running but she couldn't make anything out.
"She's hit! Kyra's hit!" A familiar voice shouted. Hiro. The closest friend Kyra ever had. As Hiro rushed to her side, panic gleamed in his ice blue eyes. His usual neat and clean uniform was now wrinkled and dusty, and he no longer had his famous shy smile. Hiro held a first-aid kit in his trembling hands.
"Kyra, stay with me. Help is on the way." He started patching up the bullet wound on Kyra's side.
She grunted in pain. "Hiro, please. I'm not worth the trouble. There are plenty of others on the field who need attention too."
"I'm not leaving you here to die! And you are worth it."
"Even if I am, how are we supposed to get out of here? We're on frontlines!"
Hiro sighed, checking out the finished patchwork on Kyra. "This should work, for now. And to answer your question, where there's a will, there's a way!" His eyes were now determined, any showing fear gone. "I'll keep watch."
Kyra struggled to keep awake. Hiro kept a keen eye out. After a few minutes, he perked up.
"Kyra, they're here!" He looked at Kyra, who was slipping in and out of consciousness. "Kyra!"
Kyra smiled weakly at her best friend. "Hiro, thanks for being the best friend I ever had.."
"No!!"
Everything went dark.
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