Creative Writing Body Quiver

It wasn't supposed to happen like this, everything was going so well. Pain sears through my leg, I can see Paul through the corner of my eye, he’s hit too. This won't end well for me, Paul should be fine but, I'm hit in the knee; I can feel my body quiver with every throb that is sent through my leg. Why couldn’t I have been hit only a little higher up the leg? Paul keeps trying to tell me that it’s a few inches above my knee, we both know he's only lying to make me worry less. It's not helping. We’re being sent on leave for our injuries by train. The train has a few accommodations, food, water, and a few nice girls to look after us. While there is accomodations, there is the strong scent of decay wafting through the entire train car and the jerks that yank our bodies away …show more content…
They keep talking of amputation, I can’t let them have my leg. If I lose my leg I lose my life. I’m silent, but Paul seems to know exactly what's going through my head. His doe eyes stare at me every time I scowl down at my rotting leg. The dying room, that’s new. Will I be taken to the dying room? What about Paul? What if they just get sick of us? Will this accursed leg be the death of me? Probably. If not by the dying room’s prowess then by my own hands. I can’t let them take my leg. I won't. My mind is shooting red flags every time one of the “sisters” enter. They want my leg. The leg that constantly sends electrical currents of pain through my body, why do I want it? It’s my life line. I can't let them take it. The pain striking through my sore body is worth keeping my life line. Two other guys recently came in with flat feet. We all saw what happened to them, I can't let them do the same to me. My leg is rotting. The stench coming from it smells worse then the dirty billets back by the front line. People are screaming in the other rooms. Their losing their minds in here, I can relate. The squeaking of a rusty stretcher is howling down the hall towards our room, I see