I used the air that Arty supplied me with, though it put a light blush on my cheeks as my mind started drifting, thinking of before the infection hit... When I lived with my parents, at only thirteen years old, celebrating my thirteenth birthday... My mother looked so happy to see me having fun, like I did every day, and my father looked so proud of the woman I was becoming...<br/><br/>My arms fell limp as my mind wandered, my body now relying on Arty to get the wound to stop bleeding. I was becoming light headed, which made my thoughts seem more... clouded in a way. I held onto the thoughts the best I could, though, as it was my only escape from the hellish pain I was in within reality.