Drifting
Summary: It's so easy to lose yourself in the Mako. Lab fic. Drabble.
Prompt: "It felt like he'd been shot, was his first impression, as he became aware of the blunt, and yet at the same time, sharp pain in his chest. Only when he crumpled to the floor did he realize he didn't know who he was any more." From Viki.
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: Just another quick drabble that came as a result of me and Viki getting bored on MSN. Hope you enjoy!
Drifting
The Mako fog drifted lazily around him, poisoning his very breath. Desperate fingers scratched hopelessly at the glass of the tube. It had almost reached his knees now. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. His chest hurt. He needed help. His blood pumped faster. He was drowning. It had almost reached his elbows now. Mako burned.
He felt himself drifting. No more pain. The voices were hard to fight. It had almost reached his shoulder. He didn't know who he was anymore. After all, he was nothing in the Mako. No one. He distantly felt fire brush his chin. The voices were louder now. He heard a familiar woman call to him, calling him Cloud. Confusion flooded him. Who was Cloud? Cold fire rushed over his head. All that was left was the green.
Well, at least it's longer than the others. Please review!