Disclaimer: I do not own the Office or any of it's characters

Warning: Is this rated M based on violence.

Chapter One:

Pam Beesly was on the floor, barely breathing as she leaned her head against the wall. Blood...that was all she could see...her blood.

She had no strength to pick herself up, or to even shout for help. When she thought about it, why should she call for assistance if she was about to die?

Her favorite pink coat was stained with blood and dirt, causing it to become damp and unfitting for any occasion. Although her jacket was a horrifying thing to look at, her face was even worse.

On her forehead there lied a giant gash, where blood flowed out of like a waterfall. It slowly dripped onto the rest of her face, where several deep cuts lied. Her left ear was starting to bleed as her lip cut open again she moaned in pain.

Nothing, but her heart, seemed to be functioning correctly. Not even her eyes would stay open as she attempted to look around for a phone.

Pam was completely useless and she knew it.

"Jim?" She whispered suddenly, barely understanding what she was doing. He wasn't even there, yet she looked for him to save her, "Jim?"

The taste of blood filled her mouth as her opened lip gashed out more of it. What was the point of trying? Why couldn't she just die?

Starting to cough, Pam felt the burning flames in her lungs start to ignite. All of her ribs felt like they were breaking a second time as they poked at her skin. Coughing more profusely, Pam vomited all over the bathroom floor, leaving nothing in her stomach. Now, she had no blood or food.

"Beesly?" She heard from another room, almost having enough energy to smile, "Beesly, are you there?"

"Jim," she whispered again as breathing became more painful, more of a chore, "J...Jim…"

Then, she saw him, staring at her like she was from a different planet. No words could form out of his mouth. Not even a murmur or a scream. Nothing. He barely knew what to do.

Pam's eyes started to slowly close, causing Jim to kneel down next to her, avoiding the vomit that was all over the bathroom floor, "Pam…"

He was going to say something relaxing, but, before he could, he heard her take a deep, sharp breath. He heard the pain in her voice as she did, causing his overprotective attribute to trigger, "I'm going to take you to the hospital."

Picking her up, she let out of soft scream as everything in her body felt like breaking once more. Although she screamed in pain, Jim didn't carelessly pick her up. No, he was better than that. He carried her like a princess would've been carried out of her tower, but with the exception of speediness, of course.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god! What happened? What caused this?

Although Jim worried, he knew nothing about what had happened to her before. He didn't know why this even happened in the first place, or what certain events lead up to it. That is a very long story...