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This Means War

I nodded. "Mhmm, I'm fine. That was just a lot to handle." I said as we stood against the building together. I could still hear the yells of the soldiers inside. "I think they're going to have to rethink their plan, there might not be any one to send to the front line if they all get sent to jail after that." I noted as I rested my head against the wall, letting myself breathe.

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"I'm so sorry we got separated That was a mess." I said as we walked outside and I let the door swing shut on the loud chaos inside. Letting her hand go, I stopped walking to lean against the buildings cool walls, wrapping my arms around my sore torso, aching from everything that had just happened. "I thought you'd gotten trampled or something." I said looking over at her with a small smile.

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I nodded and stepped back slightly, gripping her hand before turning back around. I glanced over my shoulder every now and then to make sure she was still there as I pushed back through the crowd. Soon enough we had made to the edge and we both pushed through, the air much clearer where there were less people. "Let's just get out of here." I said and pulled her towards the door.

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I'd begun to get worried. I couldn't see her, couldn't hear anything from her and it was making me nervous. Had something happened to her in that crowd? Maybe she'd been knocked out and was currently being trampled... How could I have left her in there? I knew Daisy could handle herself, she was strong... but this...
I jumped off the table and repressed a groan of pain before moving back into the throng of people. It was almost worse than before, the shoving more intense and stronger as the crowd got angrier. "Daisy!" I called out again, blindly making my way through the crowd. Before I'd taken a few more steps, someone was pushed right into me and I almost shoved them straight back before I realized who it was. "Daisy. Oh my god. I'm so sorry." I said as I grabbed her tight and wrapped my arms around her, suddenly overcome with relief.

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In the midst of actually trying to push through and find Daisy, I found a gap and stumbled through, finally able to breathe. I looked up and paused. I was right beside the door. "Are you kidding me?!" I cried annoyed before turning around and looking at the swarm of people, trying to recognize Daisy amongst them. Every now and then someone would burst out from the crowd and run out the door, raising hope and then disappointment when it wasn't who I wanted it to be.
"Daisy!" I yelled out again, cupping my hands around my mouth to make it as loud as I could. With no effect, I moved to the closest table and climbed up with a wince, all of this activity and stress making me breathe heavily, which I didn't want or welcome. "Daisy!" Standing tall on the table, I hoped to get a glimpse of her or at least let her see me.

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I turned back to answer Daisy's question but before I got the chance her hand was ripped from mine and I'd lost sight of her. I stopped walking, staring at where I'd last seen her before yelling out for her. "Daisy!" I called, struggling to see and push back the way we'd come, with people constantly shifting and rushing by me. I felt like I was going around in circles.
"Daisy!" I shouted again, not sure if I could hear her calling my name or if it was just a loud mix of everything going on around me.

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It took everything I had to push through the crowds, hoping and praying no stray leg or arm came flying at my already aching body. Every time someone came to close I winced in preparation for pain and drew back from them, finding another route through the crowd. I held Daisy's hand tight, my arm out behind me as I dragged her along, hoping we were actually going in the right direction.

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I nodded quickly and looked back at Daisy. "Let's go then." I said before pulling my arm back off of her shoulder and circling it around my ribs. Standing up, I looked down at my plate, still half full of food and considered taking it with me, but I didn't want it. Not because it wasn't good, it was, but because of why they'd given it to us. One good meal meant the destruction of a camp full of people, it made me want oatmeal and milk again.
Looking around the room, I noticed the only door out was on the other side of the room, which meant we had to somehow make our way through the chaos in front of us. I sighed and looked Daisy in the eye as I took her hand. "We're not getting separated in that. Come on." I said and stepped forwards into the crowd of angry people.

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"We can make a plan later." I said as I nodded at her, squeezing her shoulder again, letting her know that we'd be okay. Not a minute later, a soldier caught my eye from behind Daisy as he jumped up and marched over to the Sargent, a look of murder in his eyes.
"You're sending us to die! You're a murderer!" He yelled as he reached for him, grabbed his shirt and shook him like a rag doll. The Sgt stood in the soldiers grip and stared at him in shock, obviously irritating the man with his silence, the soldier screamed in anger and suddenly attacked him. Punches were thrown and guards I hadn't seen before jumped up to help pull them apart.
"God, he's not even going to make it to the front line." I said about the soldier as I watched the room erupt all over again.

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I looked at Daisy as she began panicking and pushing her tray away from her. "Hey." I said letting my fork drop to my plate, the clang of it barely heard over the noisy room. "Relax, we'll figure something out." Reaching out, I placed my hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze, trying to calm her down. I could feel her heavy breaths as I looked her in the eye.
"We'll figure something out, I promise. We won't be on that front line, not if I can help it." I told her gently, trying to reassure her, despite the anxious feelings in my chest.