I'm dead. I died. I'm dead. There's no way I could be alive… So why am I still thinking?
Is this what happens when you die? Do you just feel the pain forever?

Pietro began to notice a weak beat in his chest, the noise growing loud in his ears. He stirred and coughed weakly, making blood bubble at his mouth and a sharp, terrible pain lance through his body. He took several shivering breaths, trembling violently. Anguish made him let out a weak moan and he felt his right arm fall off of the place where he was lying on his back. It dangled limply in the air. He attempted to pull it back up, his fear rising when it didn't move.

"Môj Brata. Mier, môj Brata. Ste v bezpečí." A gentle voice whispered above him.

Wanda, Pietro thought joyously, blinking open his eyes a fraction. His vision was blurry and he couldn't make out any distinguishable features on the cloudy figure of his sister. He opened his mouth, spluttering at the taste of blood and a thin trickle wound down his jaw. Wanda made a soft hushing noise and laid a hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheek with her thumb. Pietro blinked, tears forming in his eyes and swallowed, wincing at the taste of his own blood. His legs, covered with his ripped trousers, felt stiff and sore and they didn't move when he tried to lift them.

Suddenly his body seized up and shook uncontrollably, his head lifted off the table, thrashing rigidly. He yelled as pain took over and he gritted his teeth. He dimly heard a rushed movement from Wanda and within seconds her hand was over his heart. Her touch felt warm on his bare chest and Pietro's vision washed with the familiar red colour of her powers. He felt calmness shroud his thoughts and knew Wanda was using her power to keep him stable. His tense muscles relaxed and his head fell back onto the hard surface.

Every heavy breath made his heart ache, tears of anguish slipping down the sides of his face. He rolled his head to each side trying to catch a glimpse of his sister. She cupped his head in her hands, lifting it off the table slightly, and kissed him gently on the forehead.

"Zvyšok Brata."

Pietro felt himself slipping into unconsciousness, though he wasn't sure if it was Wanda's powers or not. His glassy gaze rested on his sister, trying to take in all of her blurred details, scared that he would forget her. His eyes rolled back in his head, darkness claiming him.

Translation-

Môj Brata= my brother

Mier= peace

Ste v bezpečí= you're safe

Zvyšok = Rest