(I tried to regulate my breathing as I sat under a tree, my chest hurt, my hands hurt, my head hurt... I heard a whimper escape my chest and smothered it, I couldn't afford to break down here) I... can't... (I pressed my fingers weakly to my chest and wheezed as I felt a rattle in my lungs. What was wrong with me...? Was I dying? I don't want to die... do I...?) God, why...? (I felt a few tears roll as I leaned my head back against the tree but quickly lifted it as I heard a sound in the brush.)
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