Dec 2, 2017 0:17:09 GMT -6
Victory is always possible for the person who refuses to stop fighting.
Renée Fenworth
Napoleon Hill
Renée Fenworth
Napoleon Hill
Unfortunate Circumstances
Renée limped through the doors of the hospital, while not horrifically injured, the hospital was the closest place she could receive medical attention. She’d been injured while in the field. What had started as a simple nuisance had quickly become a significant problem. Her arms were covered in slashes and her entire body was forming what looked to be one giant bruise. The eyepatch Rey normally wore had been lost sometime during the fight and her uniform was nearly shredded. Despite her appearance, this was a minor inconvenience to her, or so she kept telling herself.
She barely made it to the check in desk before her vision began to blur. The walk from the forest had been long and a trail of red followed behind her as she went. It had been a nice day, as nice as it could be in Winter. There was little wind and the snowfall had stopped for a few hours before coming back with light flakes. If only the day had finished the way it’d started; unfortunately, that was not the case.
She forced herself to stay on her feet, gripping the desk so hard her knuckles turned white. If she’d had the strength back in the forest she would’ve cauterized the wounds, but sadly, nothing was going her way that day. It only took a few moments before her strength faded entirely and she stumbled back. Spots appeared before her eyes and she wobbled on her feet for a moment before collapsing backwards into the chest of the person behind her. She had a split second of clarity before losing consciousness and drifting off somewhere peaceful.
She barely made it to the check in desk before her vision began to blur. The walk from the forest had been long and a trail of red followed behind her as she went. It had been a nice day, as nice as it could be in Winter. There was little wind and the snowfall had stopped for a few hours before coming back with light flakes. If only the day had finished the way it’d started; unfortunately, that was not the case.
She forced herself to stay on her feet, gripping the desk so hard her knuckles turned white. If she’d had the strength back in the forest she would’ve cauterized the wounds, but sadly, nothing was going her way that day. It only took a few moments before her strength faded entirely and she stumbled back. Spots appeared before her eyes and she wobbled on her feet for a moment before collapsing backwards into the chest of the person behind her. She had a split second of clarity before losing consciousness and drifting off somewhere peaceful.
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