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I’m exhausted

I stumble I can’t even feel my feet anymore, they’re so tired I think I’oes around my shoulders and steadiesh a tunnel I try to reply to him, but the words don’t come Sam turns his head and speaks to one of the other survivors "We need to get off the streets for a while He needs to rest"

Next thing I know, I slu lobby I one out for a ether I have to keep fighting

But I can’t do it--my body refuses to take any more punish on the floor The carpet is covered in dust and broken glass that must’ve blown in froether here These are all we could e to save Bloodstained and dirty, a few of them wounded, all of us tired

How many injuries did I heal today? It was easy, at first After soy I must have hit my limit

I remember the people not by name but by how I found them or what I healed Broken-Arm and Pinned-Under-Car look concerned, scared

A woman, Ju on ht and she looks relieved

Right in front of me, Sam talks with a uniformed cop in his fifties The cop has dried blood all over one side of his face froet his name or where we found hi down ato understand the words, and even that takes a colossal effort My head feels wrapped in cotton

"Word caot a foothold on the Brooklyn Bridge," the cop says "NYPD, National Guard, are Evacuating survivors fros are concentrated uptown We can o," Sam answers "Go nohile the coast is clear, before another of their patrols coh"

"You should come with us, kid"

"We can’t," Sam replies "One of our friends is still out there We have to find him"

Nine That’s e have to find The lasthih the United Nations We have to find him before we can leave New York We have to find hi to come to my senses, but I’m still too exhausted to roan