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He stayed down, breathing.

People,all around. Bustling, like ants around a sweet. And he the sugar candy.
With his right eye, he saw his son rushing towards him.
He could feel the blood draining out of his chest-a hole right in his centre. A metal object embedded in him -like his heart.
He had trouble breathing. It was never so hard-like lifting a mountain.

Arms around him, lifted him up onto the couch. She was crying.
He smiled at her.

She stopped crying.


That was the only thing he could and would do.