No Help

Date: 6/28/2016

By RedPanda

I dreamed I was in my hometown, walking around downtown with one of my good friends when a man with brown, curly hair attacked him with an ace, cutting open his stomach. I made a makeshift tourniquet to stop the bleeding the best that I could while I helped him get to a hospital, but when we made it there no one would help us. The doctors refused to treat him because a mass murderer was critically injuring people on the streets and following them to hospitals where he would kill as many people as he could get his hands on. I woke up after what seemed like hours of screaming for help while my friend sat against the wall, bleeding out.