The pain was unbearable. Like an avalanche was going on in my head but wouldn't stop. Like someone was throwing rocks: big, huge, boulders.

I clutched my head with my left hand. It slid down to my side, useless. I brought my right arm up, but the pain didn't cease. It was beginning to take over me. I had to struggle to see properly.

I took a look at my brother, sleeping soundly on the couch in our living room. Sighing, I got out of my chair, staggered over, and planted a kiss on my brother's forehead. He would be brave. Mary would take care of him. She was nice.

I began to make my way down the street. My left leg was trailing behind me; I was half-hopping to move forward. Kids that were passing by stared at me. I couldn't imagine what my face looked like. Contorted? Perhaps. It didn't matter. I had to get to Dahra. Maybe she could help me…if I got there fast enough.

The church. Yes, almost there. The basement. That's where I needed to get. My head was swimming as I hobbled down the stairs, barely registering the wooden planks.

Doors. They had to be. My right hand still glued to my head, I pushed them open with my elbow. Two figures. Dahra, and someone else.

Then I was weak. Terribly weak. My right leg gave out on me and I fell to the floor.

I felt myself being brought to a table. I was lifted up and set down. Dahra's voice in the background, shouting. "Mm shrree," I whispered feebly.

Dahra was saying something to me. I couldn't understand her. Maybe she understood me. "Mm het hur," I said. Someone replied. I didn't register the words. My head was pounding. I moaned. "Mm het hur bad."

Another voice said something. I could tell who was: Mary. I had to let her know about my brother. He needed to be looked after. With my one good hand, I grasped what I thought was Mary's arm. "Ta care mm buh er," I gasped out. "Mmm il buh."

A wave of pain rippled throughout my body.

And then there was nothing. I couldn't see anything, feel anything, hear anything.

Nothing at all.

A/N: It's about time got a category for "Gone". It's one of my favourite books. I can't wait for the sequel to come out!

I apologize for the extreme shortness of this fic. I wrote it as soon as I had realized that there was a new category, and plus I couldn't find that much muse to work on some things that had happened before Bette went to the "hospital".

Please R&R!