тяємвℓє ∂єω яσвιи
I stare up at the snow white wall. It's so clean, and there's no leaks or any cracks. It must be new. And my mind whizzes back to the fight. What's happening now? I jerk up, but I flop down on to the bed. Moaning with pain, I let my hand slop down on to my head. By now, they're probably so hurt, even more deadlier than mines, trying to kill the invaders, but can't. I hate imagining my mates getting... Killed.