My beautiful rescue

Hammering on the door, someone flying in there. I can breathe again.

But I don’t wanna breathe again. Get out of here.

Who’s that girl, half-conscious, in a pool of cold shower water and her own blood?

Why did you slap me in the face? Does it matter if I react or not?

“Call an ambulance!” Go fuck yourself, don’t call an ambulance.

Oh, my head hurts! Why do they keep opening my eyes?

Why is there blood in her oxygen mask?

Who did this to her? You did this to her! I did this?

There’s nothing beautiful in this rescue.

You shouldn’t have, neither of you.

In the first place.