A prick in your arm, then nothing; no pian, no comfort. You don't feel it but you know; Your life is draining away. Slowly, yet faster than you ever thought it would be, you are losing what keeps you alive. You dare a glance and the crimson red scorches your eyes. Your life is in that red. You turn your head away, you don't want to look. Tears form in your eyes, not because of pain, but because of the thought. The though of dying. Then you smile through the tears. You just saved a life.