Jonas entered the annex room, the giver was rigid in his chair
please, take some of the pain
I'll come back tomorrow, sir.
Jonas entered the annex room. The giver was rigid in his chair, his face and his hands. Jonas help him to his chair at the side of the bed.
Jonas entered the memory, he was in a confused place. around him was a field A wild-eyed horse, its bridle torn and dangling, trotted frantically through the mounds of men, tossing its head, whinnying in panic. then Jonas turn his head and heard a voice next to him ´´ water´´. it was a boy with blood and blond hair, asking for help.
the boy stared at him ´´water´´ he pleaded again, when he spoke a new stream of blood fell on him. Jonas had inmovilized his arm and saw that he had rotten flesh.
Jonas slowly reached to his side, felt the metal continer there, then when jonas opened the container slowly bring the water to the child´s lips water dripped in the imploring mouth and dirty chin.
there were the cries of wounded asking for water , mother and death, horses lying on the ground, shouting , raising their heads and stabbing.
finally Jonas knew with the war that he cold not handle that and he himself went to death opened his eyes and woke up in in the bed. The Givr said sorry