Special thanks to ZaneWalker for letting me use this story idea, hope you find this satisfactory!

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Ninjago? No, if I did, we would not be waiting until 2014.

Fallen, Lost, and Alone

Chapter Four: Memories of a Blue Sky

Garmadon's POV

When ZJ suddenly collapsed, clawing at his throat as though someone was choking him. I dropped down next to him, sitting him up and trying to take his pulse. He started thrashing around, hitting me in the face. I picked him up, and for someone his age, fifteen, maybe sixteen at oldest, he was very light. I opened the door to the backseat, laying the boy down. He still thrashed, his breaths were few and far between. Turning on the car, I knew that taking this boy to the hospital would be for the best.

"'m sorry!" He shouted suddenly, a new fight erupting somewhere in his mind. Whatever was causing this was not a happy memory.

It felt like forever, but I finally got to the hospital, struggling to keep the thrashing teenager in my arms. Thankfully it was early enough that there weren't too many people to stare at the spectacle the child was making. A nurse quickly led me to a room, helping me place the small child on the bed. As I stepped away, he began to calm down again. His breathing was back to normal.

"So," The nurse said, pinching the bridge of her nose as we stepped into the hallway. "Now that he's no longer shrieking like a banshee, I have some questions. What happened, who you are, and who…" She jerked her head back towards ZJ.

"I was driving to go pick up donuts to surprise my family, I wasn't paying attention, and then I saw him crossing, I slammed on the breaks, and he jumped back, dropping his water bottle. I wanted to apologize and make sure I hadn't hit him at all, and he introduced himself, saying it was his fault, and that he should have been watching where he was going, I shook his hand, and then he just collapsed. I knew I had to help him, he was shaking so hard, and his breathing was slower than it should have been."

"What's his name?"

"ZJ, ZJ Michaels." She looked up.

"ZJ? Alright, I know his guardian's sister is here, Miss Angela, she'll understand. Just let me warn you, she'll call her sister and then you're going to have to go over everything again with her. Nadia's a force to be reckoned with." A doctor slipped into the room, nodding at the nurse. "You can go sit in the waiting room; I'll come get you when Mrs. Michaels gets here…but you'll probably know when she gets in. I feel sorry for Peggy." She said, nodding towards the receptionist.

ZJ's POV

Blue sky, I remember seeing it for a second, quickly getting further and further away from me. I rolled sideways, nearly brushing against the rocky surface of a cliff…

Rocky.

Another glimmer of a memory. Did I have a dog named Rocky? Was that a friend's nickname? I wish I could remember what that meant.

The cliff face vanished, leaving me looking down at dark, churning waters.

I hit the surface, and I was disoriented by the eruption of bubbles around me. I couldn't tell which way was up, and violent currents pulled at my limbs, tossing me against unseen rocks.

Suddenly I sat up, breathing heavily. The walls of the room were pure white, as though they had been freshly painted with a coating of antiseptic and bleach. A light blanket had been draped over me, and there was a yellow, tamper proof bracelet around my right wrist. Twisting my wrist I could read what was on it.

Ninjago Hospital

Temporary Minor

ZJ MICHAELS

I was at the hospital? Why, I wasn't hurt, was I? Nothing seemed sore, and I knew I wasn't sick, but what happened?

I shook hands with Garmadon, and then it became hard to breathe. That's what happened. I never made it to school; the others must be worried sick. They all knew I lived close to the school, had they been contacted? Were they still competing? Were they mad at me for not being there?

Bluh...I've had an okay day, all negative emotions got pushed off onto Lloyd in a "What if" Fanfic, I'm almost done with that first chapter of it, and gosh, I really need to stop writing when I'm in rage mode.