Set during the episode Benwolf:

A young boy laid down in the sands of the desert, his eyes closed and breathing uneven. A small brown backpack lay to the right of him. Moving diagonally on his torso was a large gash, tearing through his green and white hoodie and staining the fabric a horrible shade of red, his crimson blood dripping onto the sand. A black, dog-like blob with green stripes was beside him, also appearing to be unconscious. The boy was about 17 or 18, with wild, brown hair and tan skin. He had a slender build and looked like he was strong. He also had a strange green and white wristwatch on his left forearm, though at the moment it was covered in the blood of its wearer. His name was Ben Tennyson, wielder of the omnitrix.

Slowly, the boy's eyes opened, revealing beautiful emerald green irises. He groaned and slowly sat up, his eyes blinking in the harsh light of the rising sun. Ben winced as the movement caused the blood from his wound bleed faster. With a trembling hand he reached over to his backpack and unzipped the top. Reaching inside he pulled out a large role of bandages, some rubbing alcohol, some cloth and a needle and thread. He put the healing supplies on a flat stone close to him. The boy then propped himself up on a nearby rock, the stone digging into his back, but he ignored that.

Ben took off his hoodie and shirt with shaking hands, before he lightly picked up the cloth. He ripped it into halves and pressed one piece to the large wound on his chest. The gash went from the middle of his upper left arm, all the way down to his right hip in a jagged line. He let out a loud gasp and gave a sharp intake of breath at the sting of touching the still open wound. The lose of blood had left him light headed, but the sting had registered in his mind clear as the rising sun. He briefly wondered where he was, but he dismissed that thought rather quickly, he had more important things to worry about now, and he could worry about that later.

Ben looked at the blob of black and green. "What happened Ship?" He whispered softly. Ben let out a long sigh and reached over to the rubbing alcohol and the other half of the cloth. He poured the clear liquid on the fabric and reached up to the start of the gash on his left shoulder. His wound was still bleeding, though it wasn't as bad as before, the pouring blood was now a small trickle of crimson liquid. The 17 year old boy took the already covered in blood first half of the cloth off his wound and lightly touched the one covered in rubbing alcohol to his shoulder.

Pain flared in his left shoulder and Ben bit his tongue so hard that he tasted the metallic taste that was his own blood. A thin trail of the red substance leaked out of the corner of his mouth. Slowly moving his shaking hand from his left shoulder to his right hip, Ben almost passed out several times. The pain was so much worse than when it was just the cloth pressed on his wound, but the rubbing alcohol made it at least 10 times more painful.

The Galvanic Mechamorph, now identified as Ship, opened his one eye. He looked at his master in worry. "Ship?" He questioned, concern strong in his voice. Ben looked at his companion, still cleaning his wound. "I'm okay Ship, or I will be soon," he said, pain not so subtly hidden in his voice. "Shippp," Ship cooed and padded over to Ben, curling up beside his legs and closing his eye. Ben ran a hand over his slime-like back and smiled softly.

When Ben finished cleaning his wound, he was sweating and breathing heavily. He looked at the needle with a hopeless look in his emerald green eyes, the wielder of the omnitrix knew that he couldn't take any medicine to dull the pain, if he did, it could also dull his senses and he could make a mistake. He slowly reached towards the needle and began to thread it. Ben closed his eyes, tears starting to form, the clear water running down his cheeks.

Ben pushed the needle through his left shoulder. At once his world exploded into pain and his vision went completely white. It was at that time that Ben could no longer hold in a scream, so scream he did, his cries of pain echoing in the dessert. The blood in his mouth coming out faster than before. Ben's back arched and the stone once again scraped it, rock digging into his flesh, but not shedding blood. His breathing quickened and his eyes widened. His pupils and irises shrank, leaving the sclera covering most of his eyes. He started feeling dizzy and his right hand dropped the needle, raising up to his forehead. Ben's eyes started to close, as his body started to go limp.

'No! I will not pass out now!' His mind raged. That thought was enough to wake up Ben. His eyes snapped open and he once again grabbed the needle. "Ship!" Ship said encouragingly. Ben grunted in pain, as he once again pushed the needle through his flesh. "Thanks Ship," he said with a low voice. The Galvanic Mechamorph nudged Ben's side again causing the boy to breath in deeply and wince in pain. Ship immediately recoiled from Ben, fearing that he had hurt his master.

"It's ok Ship, you didn't mean too hurt me," Ben murmured, his voice now sounding scratchy from the effort of staying conscious while stitching yourself, the blood still leaking into his mouth and the lack of water in the heat of whatever dessert he and Ship where in. "Ship, I want you to find civilization, bring me back something that can tell me where we are, and if you can, get water, I only have so much in my bag, ok?" Ben asked his friend. "Ship!" The little dog-like organism responded, before he morphed into a small aircraft and flew off.

With a heavy sigh Ben returned to the wound on his chest. His hands were trembling even more than they were before, as a needle repeatedly entered and exited his red wound. Tears and sweat dripped down his face, his eyes losing focus several times, the blood flow in his mouth had stopped, leaving only a thin trail of blood near the corner of his mouth. Ben hadn't screamed since the first time the needle pierced his bloody shoulder, but he did nearly cry out in pain several times.

It was noon by the time Ben had finished stitching himself. The pain he had felt when he had woke up was now reduced to a dull throb. Ben cleaned his wound with the rubbing alcohol one more time and picked up the bandages. Unwrapping the gauze he slowly started to wrap it around his left arm. Ben encased his shoulder and his entire chest in the wrappings before he stopped, satisfied with his work. Ben thanked any god listening that he had taken some advanced medical classes during his work with the Plumbers. He had wanted to be ready for and injury in the field.

After he had finished making sure that his bandages were secure, Ben fished out a small bottle of water from his backpack along with some clean cloths.

Ben slowly stood up from his sitting position. As soon as his legs where straight and he was standing, a sudden wave of dizziness took hold of him. Ben swayed to the side, his right hand reaching up to his forehead, he was shaky, but he managed to stay standing. No sand was blowing into his wounds, thanks to the windless walls of the canyon entrance that Ben just now realized he was in. Ben turned behind him to look into the canon, not much was to be seen, however, the walls of the canyon were high, but not tall enough to cast huge shadows, allowing Ben to still see the bright Sun, the wispy clouds and blue sky. "This could not possibly get any worse," Ben said, closing his eyes for a moment. Ben knew that he shouldn't tempt the universe, it would always prove ou wrong, but given the circumstances, Ben could not see any possible way that the situation could get worse. A loud sound alerted Ben of another presence. "Ship!" Ben heard behind him.

Ben spun around to see Ship at the front of the canyon, looking like a normal dog, short, black fur and green eyes covered his companion, a piece of paper and a canteen of water in his fanged jaws. Walking up to Ben, Ship dropped the water near his feet and placed the piece of paper in Ben's lap. The wielder of the omnitrix looked at the paper, news, advertisement, sports, the date, more sports, wait, the date! Ben nearly fainted when he saw what the date was. It was July 14, 2011!* That was 7 years in the past!

Then, Ben remembered, he remembered how he got his injury and, possibly, how he ended up 7 years in the past. He was having a fight with Eon, the time traveler had demanded to have something from Ben, what he couldn't remember, but whatever it was, Eon wanted it very badly. Ben refused to give it to him and Eon attacked him. Ben remembered their fight, it was vicious and savage, both aiming to seriously injure or cripple. Ben remembered Eon's blade cutting his flesh while his was pinned down and unable to move. He remembered Eon walking away, leaving him to die, and a bright flash of light, blackness, and then, he was here.

The injured wielder of the omnitrix slowly stood up, leaning on a rock wall for support. His vision swam and his stomach was doing flips, but he needed to move. Ben picked up the water that Ship had brought him and placed it in his backpack, along with his bloody cloths, the cloth he used to clean his wound and his medical supplies. He threw his bag above his right shoulder and began to walk into the desert, completely aware of the eyes that followed his every move, the glowing purple eyes.

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* I do not know what time the Ben 10 universe takes place in, so this is going to be the date.