The Begining Of War

As I awoke in the infirmary beside Emma, I felt a flood of joy as I saw her chest rise and fall with her breathing.

“Good she’s alive.” I thought to myself. I looked down at my own body, I was actually restrained in my bed, my hands and feet tied down. I Looked at Emma and saw she was lying peacefully in her bed,

“Why only me?” I asked. I was beginning to regain my senses, my body was in a state of constant pain, and my stomach was on fire. I could see the tubes streaming from my body like I was some kind of mad experiment in a lab. I looked around trying to find some help without waking emma. I had to do a double take of who I saw, my mother. My last memory of her was when she was screaming,

“You have to understand!” at me. But she looked like a totally new woman, her smile was brighter and she looked happier. I tried to call her but my voice came out cracked and the horse,