Chapter 1
"You have about a minute left Mr. Grant. That is
unless you want to give beyond the call of duty." the tall, thin, brunet,
nurse said with a smile across her face. Medical humor.
Anjulo smiled back, not right at her he was looking to the ceiling, "Ill be
damned if you take more then a pint from me. Matter a fact you guys are lucky to
be getting what you got."
The nurse was looking for something on the table, but turned around, "Don’t
flatter your self, I believe in quantity over quality." Her name tag came into view. It read Cindy, Anjulo noted
this and spoke, "I will take my complements where I can get them. I guess.
Are You sure my meds are not a problem?"
"No not at all, we refine them out. Did you know that the blood that you give really ends up saving 8 people? You can even use salt water to stretched blood, if the need was that dire"
'Ironic that the seas we were all born in
can still sustain us even though we grew legs and walked out from them'
Still he knew he deserved no credit. He said plainly, " I am a soldier after all.
I killed a lot too"
‘Killed a lot more then you saved’
Cindy was shocked her lower lip dropped slightly, " I do not think that is
a fair assessment of yourself. "
Anjulo kept the blank look started talking, "I am not trying to make you fell bad for me.
I said it because I wonder if
others feel that way about me."
With that Anjulo looked up at the hospitals florescent
lights he was not going to say anymore, still he could not escape the thoughts of
the last time he killed someone. He thought, ‘What is done is done. No going
back’
Then Cindy said something that shocked him. She said, “You seem like a good man.”
She said it fairly convincingly and for a second Anjulo Grant could almost believe it.