Date: 10/1/2016
By SlimWaves
I remember walking into a hospital as an intern. The more time I spent in high trauma areas the more drained I became. I remember walking into a room where a patient had been cutting themselves and was painting with the blood. These were some of the most beautifully articulated paintings I had seen. I really wanted to work with this patient full time. I was leaving the hospital one day when a bunch of assassins came into the hospital and shot me. Others were injured as well. I have no idea if anyone died. The next day I learned I was being released from my duties because of the wounds I had sustained in the shooting. Me and my guardians fought for me to stay but to no success I was relieved. It felt incredibly suspicious, I though I was being robbed my dreams.