Cold.
How had it gotten so cold so fast? And dark? He couldn't remember a time when even the stars refused to shine. His ears rang, a high pitched, annoying ring.
Only when he felt arms wrap around him did he manage to peel his eyes open. He stared into his own eyes. Warm, worried amber. No. Not his. Where had he seen those eyes before?
"Dad?" came a terrified male voice.
He knew that voice. But where...? Why couldn't he remember? He suddenly felt warm. He lifted his hand, finding it coated in thick, sticky red. What happened?
"Dad? Say something...please."
He opened his mouth, however his tongue felt too big to talk. His lungs seemed to close in on themselves and he began to gasp for breath.
"Please, Dad, stay with me. Uncle Don's on his way. Stay with me another bit longer."
His eyes started to slide closed. The young voice became more frantic.
"Dad? Dad! No, you gotta stay awake. Don't close your eyes. Stay with me. Dad!"
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