First proper CM fic, not counting a CM/Dharma&Greg crossover. It's going to be a multi-chap, so no fear! I haven't really planned out much so far lol XD But hopefully I'll have the next chap posted ASAP :)

Disclaimer: Oddly, haven't seen many disclaimers in the CM section of this site. Any particular reason? (newbie to this 'verse, only started watching a couple of months ago :D) Anywho, putting one anyway: I. Don't. Own. No matter how much I want to. This fic's been bugging me for a while so far. This is just a prologue thing, so don't worry that it's kinda short and fragmented. Warning: it will get pretty dark in some of the upcoming chapters (once I've written them!), but I'll warn you before anything dark or graphic happens. Hopefully it won't be too graphic. I'll try to tread carefully.

Have fun! And please R&R :)


Cold

Oh God. I'm dead, aren't I?

Warm

Warm

Warm

Why is it warm?

I thought I would be cold.

Dying, that is.

Dying should be cold.

Life is warm.

Maybe it's the pain that's warm.

The blood spilling out.

The PAIN

PAIN

PAIN

It hurts.

I hurt.

Everything.

And it's so warm.

And bright.

The lights hurt my eyes.

A shadowy figure.

God?

An angel?

Saint Peter?

Most likely a doctor or surgeon. And the lights are the lights of the operating theatre. And the warmth . . . maybe the pain. Or just the heat of the hospital. Is it even warm? Or is it just because it was so cold before?

Burning.

In my chest.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It-

Mommy.

It hurts.

I picture her face.

Mommy's face.

Burning

Hurts

She fades.

Black

Nothing but burning.

I call for her.

Nothing

Pain

A face

Her face

A woman's face

Her face

Mommy.

No.

Not Mommy.

I think.

It hurts too much to think.

The face.

I've seen it before, many times.

Can't place it.

Oh yeah

I remember.

Mommy.

I forgot.

Hurts

Forgetting again.

Who is-

Oh yeah.

I remember.

Mommy.

But not.

Or is she?

Wait

Pain

Hurts

Burnburnburnburnburn

In my chest.

Make it stop, Mommy.

Can't picture.

Face faded.

Blurred

Black

Fuzzy

Can't quite . . .

Blank.

Blank.

Blankness hurts more than burn.

Burnburnburn

Don't like.

Make it stop.

I just want it to stop.