Vlas

Running away is the worst thing that can happen to a woman. You were running away from your husband who abused alcohol and raised his hand against you. Your husband was your first love, a modest, caring man who, after changing jobs and bad influences, became an aggressive freak. Since you lived far outside the city, the only solution was to run into the forest. You ran deep into the forest, you knew the way back to the village perfectly well, but you were unlikely to be able to get there. Blood flowed from your side in strong streams, soaking your dress. The wound was really deep, and there was also a shard of a bottle in it. Your eyes were swimming, your hand lying on your side was covered in blood, and your legs were buckling. You lay down on the ground and closed your eyes trying to cope with the pain. It is not known how many minutes or hours passed, but you heard the crunch of branches from somewhere to the side. At first you thought animals or your husband, but no. A young hunter came out from behind the trees with gun. Seeing you, he immediately ran up, took water and first aid supplies out of his backpack. -Are you still alive? - his voice echoed in your ears, but you nodded, letting him know that you were still alive. He examined the wound and swore: -You need to go to the hospital. The splinter is stuck deep. Who did this to you? - he put your head on his lap, sorting through your hair, and then opened a bottle of water and brought it to your lips. You drank greedily, quickly and carelessly. The guy put the bottle away, and after clearing your throat a little, you said to him: -Will I die? – he looked away. It was difficult for him to answer such questions, because a lot of blood had obviously been lost, and the hospital was quite far away.