Ok, this chapter may seem a little out of sync, but I am proud of it. Let me know what you think :D
Where was he? It was dark, too dark. And cold. It shouldn't be cold. What had happened? He remembered...he remembered running. Fear. Then a crash. The world turning upside down then squeezing tight around him. Too tight. A sudden sharp pain. Then...nothing. No light, no air, no urge to breathe. Just pain. Why was there pain? He didn't know. He didn't understand. He could hear voices, screams, yells. Why were there those noises? Something was bad, but what? They were so loud. So close...yet, so far. He was so cold. So cold. So dark.
Another sound. Something being moved. More voices, close now. Very close."I've found him! He's over here! I'm not sure whether he's..."
Why were they saying that? He knew where he was. He was...he was...he was here. And suddenly, pain. Flaring pain, errupting from his...chest. Yes, his chest. More sounds. More pain. Something pressed into his neck. A sharp intake of breath.
"Dear Lord. He's still alive!"
Of course he was. Silly thing to say, he was here wasn't he? And yet...and yet, it was so cold. So dark. More sounds, loud, all blurring into one another. He felt himself being lifted. Why? Where was he? He couldn't see. Too dark. He couldn't remember. Couldn't move. Only sounds. And suddenly images, memories. Pub...others...Rob...Colin...
"He's arrested!"
Darkness. Cold. Coming closer.
"Matt!"
A new sound. A voice. Yelling louder and clearer than any other. Yelling the same thing over and over again.
"Matt!"
He knew that voice. He knew it. A reason to fight, to hold on...
"Matt!"
...Sam! Calling for him. Sam's voice.
"Can someone get her out of here please!"
No! He needed that voice. It was something to hold on to, to stop him from falling. It was Sam! And she...she was scared. Why was she scared, she shouldn't be scared. Confusion, fear. He had to help her, she needed his help. He had to hold on. He remembered her...and then he remembered him...
"Call theater, we don't have a choice. We have to opperate now."
Fear. Confusion. Cold. Pain. Lots of Pain, burning him, scorching him. Sounds merging together, voices a blur. Flying. He was flying...no. Moving, just moving. He heard her call again. Call for him. He tried to respond, but couldn't. The dark was coming, faster than before. He was falling, slipping. He fought. Fought the dark, and the pain, and the cold. His chest hurt. Specific pain, not like the rest. It felt heavy. It shouldn't feel heavy. Why did it feel heavy? He wanted to see, wanted to know. But he couldn't.
"We have to use it. It's the only thing..."
"But it's not been tested! It could be dangerous!"
"It's his only chance."
Yes, use it. Use anything, he didn't care. Just not the dark. Dear God, please, not the dark. Not the dark...