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Chapter One: Dreamhour

Everything was dark. No sound, no light. Nothing. He was simply floating in a sea of darkness, nothing to keep him company. He couldn't tell you where he was, what he was doing there, or how he got there. His beginning was the darkness; that is all he knew. When he thought about it, all he knew was his name and the sensation of the darkness.

For some reason he could see a difference in the darkness, like there was two different types. There was a darkness on the outer edges that threatened to consume him, to tear him apart if it were to ever get close to him. The other darkness wrapped around him like a blanket, giving him the feeling of safety and strength. Even though both looked the same, if he opened his heart, he would know the difference.

It had been a while that he floated there, safely cocooned in the darkness, until a beeping broke through the soundless abyss. It was rhythmic, in time with the beating in his chest. He looked around for the location of the sound as it grew louder, but he couldn't find it.

The beeping continued through the darkness getting louder and louder until it was in his ears. Ringing loudly and it didn't stop. The ringing was loud enough to hurt his ears, and it got so much that he cried out in anguish. Why won't the ringing stop? Anything make it stop! He shouted. His head felt ready to explode and the comforting darkness he had grown accustomed to fell away leaving him bear and exposed to the threatening dark.

No! He screamed, the other darkness swooped in on him, inflicting any damage it could while his security was gone. Screaming in pain he was attacked from both the inside and out.

Make it stop! Please just make it stop!

As if answering his pleas a light cut away the darkness. Opening up his eyes that he didn't even know were shut.

White. That was all he could see before opening and closing his eyes rapidly trying to adjust to the blinding light. He felt like he was choking on something in his throat. Trying to bring his hands up, he felt something tighten around his wrists. Glancing down his vision was going in and out of focus on these constraints on his wrists. He began to panic. Something was lodged into his throat and something had constrained him to the bed. He began to thrash against the constraints holding him down. Finally wriggling one of his wrists out of the constraints he began to his other hand, when he heard hurried footsteps to his room.

The beeping increased in tempo as he finally got the second hand. He heard a crash as footsteps rushed in the door. Hands reached and pushed the once free limbs down. Other hands reached for his throat and pulled out the pipe that was once lodged in his throat. His eyes were still trying to adjust to the bright surroundings and all he could hear was raised voices and the quick beep that reached him in the darkness. The hands that held his arms down were relentless and now hands were holding down his flailing legs.

He flailed against the hands holding him down. They were still a blur of white with the occasional colour. They held him tight, until he got leverage on the bed. He aimed a flailing limb to another crashing two forms together before managing to rip his arms out of the grasping hands. However he felt wires in his arms, tugging uncomfortably at his arms.

"We could use some help in here!"

Making more attempts to dodge all the figures attempts to capture him again he got caught up in the wires attached to his arms.

"What do you want with me?! Let me go!"

He tore the wires from his arms, feeling pain he looked down and saw red flowing freely down his arm. Wiping at the red it spread further, coating any surface he touched in red. Feeling moisture flow down his face he continued to panic.

"What's going on?! Where am I? Why am I here?" He continued to spit questions at them.

"Calm down honey. If you let us help you, we can try to explain everything that is happening to you." A voice sounded from the blurs.

"How can I trust you?"

"You just have to have a little faith."

Looking around he spotted the one blur that was closest to him. He saw a blur of brown, blue and white. Although blurred, the posture of the blur seemed unthreatening and slow, as if he was approaching a wild animal.

"What do you say hon'?"

Shaking he looked down at the spreading red on his arms. Still looking down at the red, he nodded before collapsed to his knees in exhaustion because of the blood now dripping onto the floor bellow him.

The talking blur rushed to him before he hit the floor. Wrapped in the blurs arms he heard its voice raise giving orders to the surrounding blurs. He felt the now lightened world rush around him, as the blur placed him back on the bed. He recognised the blur that talked to him rush around the room crashing and banging everything it touched.

The brown and white blur moved back to him. Hooking wires back into his arms, and wrapping bandages around the bloody wounds on his arms.

"What's going on? Who are you?" He managed to get between his lips.

Startled the blur snapped its head to stare at him. Chuckling, the blur went back to its work. "The names Doctor Fair, but I guess you can call me Aerith." After finishing the bandages Aerith nodded to another blur that made its way to one of the wires connected to Him. "I'll see you when you wake up next time, eh? Just this time, don't kick me in the face and rip your cords out?"

He couldn't even muster a response. The blurs grew larger in size combining with each other, and the world around him was draining in colour. All light escaped the world and became that familiar darkness, but at least this time his security blanket was back.