My head, it hurts so bad. This is it. This is the end, isn't it? Blood keeps flowing to the floor beneath my big head, like a puddle of rain of death. Yes, this is the end.How can I still  see? I have a chance right? No, impossible. There is no fixing this. I need to sleepI'm tired, so tired. But I cannot give in, I cannot sleep. To sleep means to die, I must stay strong. But my body can't take it anymore, perhaps I should just sleep and save my strength until help arrives. Yes, yes that would be best. Save my strength. Help will be here soon.I...