A near death you think later.
One of you could have died they say.
We were lucky you think.
Let him be alright you prayed.

You saw it coming, weaving in and out coming coming ever so near, dangerously near, you think.

You told him. And then you were swirling twirling, everything whirling around you.

And then.. and then nothing.

Choking burnt flesh smell painfully slowly brought you awake. You saw blood. Too much blood you thought.

Blearily you saw him just beyond you, painted in pretty red you thought then. You needed to get to him.

You wanted out. You savagely pried the door open. Giving way, you desperately crawled your way out.

He saw you then.

That was when you recognized him for what he is.

Oblivious to your pain, your bruised and battered body.

Blinding rage consumed you. With blood in your eyes you turned away.

Sealing his fate and yours to the damnations of hellfire.

That was when you died.
There were two casualties they said.
You were never lucky you realised.
Save me you prayed.