"Simon stay with us." Tommy said. 

Tommy was basically dragging me. My entire life seemed to flash before my eyes. Grandpa was dead because of me. This was all my fault. What am I gonna tell Grandma? I had no idea. Maybe this wound will kill me. I could finally see my parents again. Tears dripped down my face.

"We need to bandage the wound." Angela said. 

We went to the camp's storage room. Tommy gently laid me on the floor. My wound was like a lake. It was big and bloody, and extremely painful. Angela ran through the shelves for some bandages and medicine. She came back with bandage looking things and other medicines. 

"Simon take of your shirt. I need to bandage the wound up." Angela said. 

I nodded. I slowly took of my leather coat and my navy shirt. The wound was a lot worse than I thought. 

"Oooh. That looks bad." Tommy said.

"It feels like shit." I mutter. 

Angela put some stingy stuff on the wound. It hurt a lot. My vison grew blurry. I felt really sleepy. It wouldn't hurt anyone  if I could just close my eyes...