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Not wanting to lose his patient, Ferron quickly tried to grab the gauze with his remaining arm. As he reached out to the roll, he realized that his arm was now that of a mannequin's, promptly falling to his side.

Desperately trying to attach his arms with his legs, a line of stretchers towered over the trench walls. Hundreds of injured lay screaming in agony shouting, "MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC, NOW!" Quickly trying to get onto his feet in a vain attempt to flee, Ferron immediately collapsed to the ground. Looking below himself, he found that his legs were now bloody stumps, hastily amputated.

An air raid siren slowly crescendoed in the air, as the stretchers were tilted vertically, blood pouring from the wounds of the injured in an endless stream. In mere seconds, the entire trench was filling up to the brim with blood. Unable to move, Ferron frantically tried to keep his head above the rising blood and flailing his stumps before he was completely submerged in a bloody lake.

Her eyes shot wide open as she let out a scream before she realized that she broke her cover. Ferron clumsily left the mess hall and ran to the men's bathroom, hoping that nobody knew who that scream belonged to.