I was digging myself into a grave.

I was alone and cold, my skin tingles as the traces of crimson stripped down my arm like a frail child. Like me. Young, but too warn to move. Cloudy eyes and unfocused hearing was my issue, inevidable yet, inaudible sounds as my vision drifted. They weren't light hearted, they were screams of terror, but I heard yells of silence. Painfully there was a clutch of pressure, right there. In my head, I felt like they were trying to save me.

Who's they?

I remember dad shouting at me, at white noise, 'Papa will be here with his paramedics team, hold on a bit more.' Is it sad that was the only thing I remembered from that faithful point as I slowly sunk even further down into my subconscious and delirious assumptions of colossal imperial substance. I don't remember how long it took, trying to stay away from not sheer will, not even determination.

I was a curious teenager, I wanted to see what happened next, not with just death, but with surprisingly life as will.

Soon though, my blue tilted eyes were met with Papa, he was trying to keep me awake too. It seemed to be some use because there was an even harder pressure, but and indescribable pain, I flinched; they noticed.

'I know, just a little bit longer Alfred-'

My body struggled to keep me functioning, and I almost lost it. Every time my eyes drifted, I heard Papa, more clearly than others. Never mind, I'm drifting to sleep now, I can't hear anything anymore, I can't see anything. I feel lost but, Papa seemed to be shouting at me too-

'St…wake!'

My eyes were drifting ahead of me. There was a truck; an ambulance. And I was still cold. Anxious. I beginning to forget where I am.

'…ancis, he's going…shock…'

I looked above me as I was loaded in, the roof of the machine looked nice and calming.

There was an IV though, and that was painful, but easily unnoticed. I couldn't hear dad though, he seemed to vanish.

'…He's… transfusion-"

I was panicking now, internally I was trying to crawl out, but I was tired and ill-willed. A had grasped the side of my face though and met with mine just barely did I notice who it was.

"…go to sleep Mon fils-"

A mask was pulled over, and before I knew it, it was lights out.