A little, poor, bloody little girl laid on the bed next to you. She looks to be about no more than eight, and she is a small one. The heart meeter next to her is going in a strait line, poor girl. She has light brown hair that goes to her neck, and she has a stained, bloody yellow short skirt, and a green shirt that was too ruined to tell what it use to say. Her eyes where closed, and her face looked like, "Would you like to by some girl scout cookies?" Then you fell a sucking felling to the little girl, and you finally open your eyes, in human form.
You feel uncomfortable, not like yourself, but you don't have time to notice that as the sounds go off, the auto breather doing the breathing for you, and the heart meeter beeping at last. People rush in, pushing past the woman who had moved your soul. They swarm around you, putting more needles in your new arm, and making so much noise you almost scream. After hours of looking and sticking shots in your limbs, the doctors leave you feeling worse than you felt waking up.
The nurse walks over to you, unhooks the auto breather, and asks, "How are you sweetie?"
"Um, where am I?" you ask in a cute little girl voice. You stumble with your breath and can hardly breath. Before the doctors could rush back in, she hooks the auto breather back up to you, and you relax again.
"I'm sorry we couldn't find a boy body for you," she tells you in a pleasing voice. "I know this is very uncomfortable, but this girl needed help, and you did to, so we had to compromise." Well, since she mentioned it, you where really uncomfortable. You struggle to talk, and the nurse unhooks the breather from you and you
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