Hello there readers! After weeks of being in a creative rut, this wrote itself.

Disclaimer: As always, I own neither Warehouse 13, nor any of its characters, though I wish I did!


Claudia was laying in blurry, numb blissfulness. A feeling was nagging her in the back of her brain; telling her all was not right. In fact, something was very, very wrong. She tried to ignore it and continue in her dark, dreamless slumber, but that annoying inclination kept eating away at her until she gave in. She pushed through the heavy shroud of sleep. Layer upon layer of the heavy blankets of hibernation fell off her before she finally started to notice things. There were noises around her. Wheezing, gasping breaths. Dull moans. Soft cries.

As discomfort slowly crept up behind her, she tried to slip back into her sleep. But before she could withdraw from consciousness, red hot pain roared through her body with breath-taking force. It took her a good half-minute before she could finally suck in a gasp air. She was choking and heaving, drawing painfully tiny bits of air in and out of her lungs. All of a sudden, she felt a cold hand touch her own and she froze, and slowly, her heavy eyelids giving way to far too much light. She blinked, trying to clear the dizzying dots spinning through her vision.

There was a cough. She knew that cough. Strictly speaking, she couldn't even remember who she was, much less any information regarding other people, but she recognized the voice that spoke next.

"Cl- Clau….de?" It was halting, thin, and slow, but she knew that voice. His voice.

She wanted to answer, wanted to call out. But she couldn't seem to clear get any sounds past her sandpaper tongue. Her dry mouth wouldn't even allow her swallow as she coughed painfully. But she managed to turn her head to the side; to look at his face through the clouds in her eyesight. There were other people scattered helplessly around the room, but Claudia didn't recognize any of them. The man was sitting in a pool of blood, his ice blue eyes staring at her. She parted her cracked lips, once again trying to say something, anything. The only sound she succeeded in making was a pathetic croak.

"It's okay," the man said between wheezes, clumsily reaching a hand to touch her face. Pain was radiating throughout Claudia's body, but she was too dazed to pinpoint specific locations as inky night seeped into her vision, and she stopped hearing sounds.

Her consciousness came and went in flashes.


Flash

A woman with dark hair and a british accent calling to her, and putting two fingers on the side of her neck. Why wasn't she checking her pulse on her hand?


Flash

Two men were lifting her up and putting her on a gurney.


Flash

There was a low ceiling in a tiny, tiny room. She thought perhaps she was moving. Oh, what was it called? An ambience? Ambu…


Flash

A man with grey hair and small, round spectacles was trying to get her attention.

"Claudia? Can you hear me?"

She stared up at the person, unable to respond. Her eyelids were too heavy to remain open.


Flash

"She has lost a significant amount of blood and has crashed twice since she arrived. Once she stabilizes, we'll start lessening the sedatives and painkillers so she'll be more aware of her surroundings."


Flash

Pain. So. Much. Pain.