<strong>Kate, desperate to stop bleeding</strong><br/><br/>As Nikita pulled on the piece of cloth, Kate tried to cling on it. Nikita yanked harder, there was a creaking sound and Kate looked in horror at the small shred of torn cloth that remained in her bloody hands. Immediately, her blood started to flow out.<br/><br/>Kate was stricken with panic. She could not believe that woman was so cruel! And still she could feel her very life bleeding out of her destroyed legs. Crying and yelping with pain, the sys-op tried to get on all fours, but the pain in her knees was too high. She could not even move her legs. She rolled on her belly, lifted herself on her elbows and began to crawl towards the nearest chair. She was leaving a scarlet smear behind her, like a bloody slug. She was sweating profusely and the world seemed to spin around her. She felt nauseous and had to resist the urge to puke all over the floor.<br/><br/>As she reached the chair, she managed to pull herself up, bracing on the back of the seat, her legs hanging limply under her at an impossible angle. Mad with agony, she looked around with the eyes of a wounded deer, trying to find some pity or help in her team partners. Finding none, she tried to yank the chair forward, in the direction of her clothes. Doing so, she lost her balance and fell loudly on the floor, over-turning the chair in the process.<br/><br/>She was crying and contorting miserably in her own blood. Her strength was evaporating. She felt dizzy and unable to think clearly. The pain throbbing in her legs was driving her crazy. She could see her blooded clothes three metres away. She began to crawl slowly, trying to shove her finger-nails into the floor. Her lower body was so heavy. Slowly, progressively, painfully, she was getting closer to her clothes...