Going to be a two or three-shot.

The house was still a few blocks ahead of me. I couldn't see it yet, but I had been this way too many times not to know where I was.

Even though the house was only a few blocks, I wouldn't make it. I was too hurt. I was losing too much blood, too fast.

I held my side as I limped along the sidewalk. My right arm hung limply, unable to move. My left tried to make my side wound stop bleeding enough to keep me going.

I was so close.

I tripped and fell. I let a short gasp escape my lips as I landed on my stomach. I felt my side open up once more and bled even faster.

Great.

I tried to get back up, which took a few minutes. Once on my feet, I limply walked along. I could feel my breath quickening and my heart beating slower with every step. Whether it was imagination or not, I'm not sure.

I had lost my staff. Again. This time, it couldn't come back. It was burned, like a piece of firewood.

I felt my life source drain as I stared into the yellow eyes burning my most prized possession. My only possession for 300 years.

Pitch… he was back. I knew he would not stay gone, but I hadn't expected him to come back so soon. I had to warn the others.

I stopped for a short second, trying to catch my breath. I put my arms on my knees, trying to stop panting.

The puddle on the ground started to glow. I stared deep into it, trying to name to glow. It was a reflection.

I slowly bent my head back and looked up. Golden streams weaved itself along to the sky and fluttered into windows of sleeping children.

Sandy…

He's still here. Pitch hasn't gotten to him yet.

It gave me motivation to keep going. They had no idea he was back. They didn't know he was back, but much less that he was strong enough to take us down.

I sprung forward across the street to find a familiar group of apartments. Jaime's friends lived here, but I wasn't sure if I could trust them quite fully. They were good, but not as close as I was to Jaime.

I surged forward, having known my exact place of my map. Only a few more blocks.

I stumbled along, stopping every few seconds only to breathe. I didn't notice the stop sign until it hit me.

I fell back and landed straight in the snow. The coolness of it soothed me. It was freezing my wounds, making them stop gushing. It was making me feel safe, and calm. It made me feel sleepy…

'No.' I told myself. 'I can't sleep now.'

I used the sign as a cane and pulled myself up. I wobbled for a few seconds, but my make-shift cane helped to steady me.

I started to walk again, trying to keep my eyes open for any other objects to run me over.

I didn't even notice that I was in the front yard until I saw a familiar looking house. "Jaime..."

I gasped and started to walk to the front door, before common sense hit me and I started to walk around the back.

I stopped at the first window and saw a small head of blonde hair. The golden sand weaved into butterflies. It almost made me laugh, if it didn't hurt too much.

I kept walking until I saw the next window. A small boy was lying in bed, half under the blankets. His brown hair covered his face, but the boy was obviously sleeping.

I put my hands on the glass, when my vision went fuzzy. It was bright and dizzy at first, but started to darken.

'No. I can't pass out now…' I tried to get Jaime's attention by knocking on the window, but I heard no sound. I tapped quietly on the window, and tried my best to write, 'Help'.

I slid down the window, and sat down hard on the snow. I tried to keep snow on my side to keep myself from bleeding to death, but I couldn't even tell if I was holding snow because my hands were so numb.

Numb..?

"Jack..?"