A/N: Hi, again! Here's another chapter of What if Sam was right, please read and review, more notes at the end of the chapter.

Nate's POV

Nathan Drake liked a silence. It wouldn't be obvious to a man like him, it came as a surprise even to Sully only few years back. But he did. Sometimes he would hide to read his journals or sketch in the outdoor cottage, where it would be quiet. The cottage was a good idea, Elena had been right. All the firefights and explosions always made his ears buzz like hell, which wasn't a nice feeling. So, he didn't mind a silence time to time.

But this silence bothered him. It was so quiet, that he could hear the blood pumping through his veins. So quiet. Why was the silence bothering him this time? He remembered the night before when he woke up in a silence. The moon was up, creating the shadows all over the room. That was peaceful silence. Elena hadn't been there.

"lena"

Why he couldn't speak? He felt something warm in his mouth, starting to dripp to his cheek. This had happened to him before. He propably had sleep paralysis again. He had this once before, but that was quite some time ago. It would pass, wouldn't it? Nate waited awhile until he felt something on his arm. He tried to lift it in front of his face to see what it is but it didn't move. His mouth tasted like blood.

Why?

That's when Nate realized his eyes were closed.

Yeah, definitely the sleep paralysis. Just gotta wait it to pass.

His hand started tingle and bother him more. He tried to lift it again but it felt like something was holding it back somehow. How is that even possible? Was he handcuffed? No no, no way. What was it then? He tried to slide the arm, when he felt sharp, burning pain going through his shoulder to his side. What a hell?

His memory started to come back to him. A bomb. There had definitely been some kind of bomb. Maybe a grenade. Now he remembered getting up, seeing the thing flying through the window inside their bedroom. He wondered was he injured somehow, but just didn't notice it yet. Where the hell was Elena?

In those thoughts, he finally opened his eyes just to see a leaf. A leaf? Right in front of his face, there was beautiful green leaves. He realized that he was outside. How did he get there? He just was inside the bedroom, then there was a explosion-

"NATE"

A loud scream interrupted his thoughts. A woman's scream. Nate slowly started to turn his head to the right, inch by inch. Every inch shooted awfully down his spine and all the way to his toes, where it shooted back with even stronger force. His heart fell to his stomach as he saw their bedroom, in their new lovely house, ripped in half, Elena's drawer on the ground beside him. There was a picture of him and Elena on the drawer. Where was it now?

Nate felt something strange on his abdomen, just next to his naval. He moved his other hand, but was surprised when he felt only a cold metal. It was sharp and wet from something. He grabbed it between his fingers, just to feel the sharp pain going through his abdomen. He gasped in pain, but was followed by a weak cough, which made the pain even worse. His vision started to blurr and the screaming was fading farther from him.

Suddenly there was someone holding his head, forcing him to look to the person. He saw the person's mouth move but he no longer heard anything. The silence was back, the unconfortable silence, the one he couldn't get rid off. He had to think for a few seconds before recognizing the person to be Elena. She had a terrified look on her face and he couldn't understand why. He followed her gaze to his abdomen where the weird metal thing was. That was their lampstand. He was pierced with a lampstand. She pulled her hand back to take out her phone and called someone. Nate noticed her hands were bloody. They were soaking wet with it, actually. Was he really bleeding that bad? Elena's mouth was moving and her eyes looked red and swollen. She was crying. She grabbed his hand in her own and gave him a tiny squeeze, propably afraid of hurting him more. Nate tried to squeeze back, but judging by her face, it didn't work. She looked panicked back and forth his hand and eyes. Nate's heart ached to see her like that, unable to help her. He wanted to tell her everything would be okay. He wanted to hold her in his arms and stroke her back while she cried. He couldn't move.

"Elena"

He wasn't sure if anything came out, but Elena turned back to him as soon as he opened his mouth. She gave him a little smile, full of pain and fear. She said something and slowly ran her fingers through his hair.

He began to feel tired. He decided to close his eyes for a minute, just to gather some strenght. His resting didn't last for long, when he felt someone grabbing his face and gently trying to shake him awake. He didn't want to open his eyes, so he decided to ignore the person in front of him. Now she was slapping his cheeck gently, it didn't bother him that much so he tried to let it be, but she kept just going. Nate forced himself to open his eyes. They fluttered slowly back open, but he couldn't tell if they were actually open, because now he couldn't see. His vision was blurring and his head spinning.

Then the darkness overcame and Nate slowly sinked to the silence, again.

A/N: So this was just kind of a drabble about how Nate feels after the explosion, I didn't really plan it but I just went along haha :D Thanks so much for reading and please review if you're even slightly interested in this story, they would be really really appreciatedand they motivate me to write if I know there's someone wanting to read it. Thanks!