#Chapter163

-Do Or Die-04

The shirt that Aurelia tied around my arm is already soaked with my blood and suffocating my arm.

My, probably broken, ankle is throbbing and I cannot move it at all.

"That's normal, just try to focus on your breathing" my mom says with a calm tone as she begins to pull my hair up into a messy bun

If one more person tells me to 'focus on my breathing' I am going to start a war in this van.

I groan again as my aunt Carolina takes a sharp turn, the liquids in my stomach moving around.

Okay.

I think I actually am going to...