I held his hand, whispering to him.
"You'll be alright... hold on."
He looked at me, tears in his eyes. His wounded bloody leg was causing him agony.
He had survived the massacre, just barely, and he turned to me... his eyes shining.
"I know I will..." he said back with a hopeful smile, "But what about you?"
I didn't want to think about myself, the bullet shots in my gut didn't hurt as much... I felt fine, just a little sleepy.
"Please don't worry about me. I'm fine, I-"
My eyes closed, and I couldn't remember anything more.