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Whispers.
Curses.
Pleading.
Sobbing.
It comes and goes.
Light comes and he can hear them.
Then things fade again.
It feels like floating...
in an ocean of blackness and light.
Some things seem so real. Even the pain feels real sometimes, but everything fades and he’s adrift again.
It could be forever it could be a moment. He can’t seem to tell time. Maybe this is a dream. Can you tell time in a dream? He doesn't know. He see so many strange things in the blackness. Faces, voices, moments... but he can't place them. He doesn't know what they are. The blackness tells him not to care. To let them go.
He can't.
He can't let them go.
He drifts to them and they get louder and LOUDER. Till its a booming mess of noise.
Too much.
Too loud!
It hurts!
Everything HURTS!
Make it stop!
MAKE IT STOP!
LIGHT.
Fills everything and with it comes silence.
Silence thats not silence.
Its quiet.
Theres a beeping to his left. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Its an annoying rhythm.
He’s heard it before. He just can't place it. He knows he hates that sound but not the reason why.
Its not as bright as he thought a moment ago.
A room. He’s in a room.
Its dim. The only light being the lamp on the table where the beeping is coming from a box on a stand.
Movement to his right.
Its a man. He’s sleeping in a chair. Using a leather jacket as a pillow.
He’s familiar.
The man from the fog. The one who held him and begged him, pleaded with him as the blackness came.
He tries to sit up but the pain is too much.
Breathe.
Oh God... breathe.
The room spins.
its too much.
He feels sick till...
Blackness.