Today's OneWord: Bitten
"I'm dying!"
"You're not dying."
I was cradling her in my arms, grasping at her wrist with feeble fingers. The two large puncture wounds from the now dead rattlesnake were already beginning to turn purple.
"I'm going to die!" she wailed, the tears beginning to swell up the backs of her eyes.
I clung to her and buried my face in her hair, waiting for help.
"You're not dying."
I was cradling her in my arms, grasping at her wrist with feeble fingers. The two large puncture wounds from the now dead rattlesnake were already beginning to turn purple.
"I'm going to die!" she wailed, the tears beginning to swell up the backs of her eyes.
I clung to her and buried my face in her hair, waiting for help.
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