1. In The Cold, Dark Time
... plague and died by it, or were wounded deeply by it, and I was one of the wounded, and at first I wished I was one of the dead. I lay in bed hour on hour in the poorly heated hospital and watched the night come, then the day, then the night, then the day, and no time of night or day seemed lost to me, for ... coughed blood into it. "You are getting better," he said. "I'm dying," I said. "No. You are getting better. You hardly cough at all. Your sleep is longer. You used to cough all night." "You"re a doctor, I suppose?" "No, but I am a soldier. Or was. Now I am a useless old man with no...
- Word Count: 1820
- Approx Pages: 7
- Grade Level: High School