He could hear them. Their voices were a whisper, yet pounding in his head. He drifted, in and out of consciousness. There was no pain. He didn't feel anything. He couldn't even tell if he was awake or dead. Was this hell? This scared him. Was this his punishment for Sector 7? Secretly, he was afraid of hell. But, he couldn't get a better job that pays as good. He was second in command, so he took some pride. Was it because of his small amount of pride he was now living in hell?

There was a gasp, from who he couldn't comprehend. Was it that voice he kept hearing? He was terribly weak, and couldn't move. If he could hear voices he must be alive. Or completely insane.

A hand touched his back, and suddenly he felt searing pain coarse throughout his body. He opened his mouth to scream in agony, but no sound was emitted. His eyes opened wide in his mind, but physically they stayed shut. Frantically his breathing quickened, finding it harder and harder to take a breath.

Now there was two hands. What was going on? They were touching him and examining his broken body. They hurt. He attempted to break free, but his body wouldn't respond. He wouldn't let his panic settle in, but his training was slowly becoming forgotten. His muscles wouldn't obey his commands, and he felt frightened that he would become a victim to these mysterious hands.

Even though his body ached and screamed with pain, it was not because of the hand's touch, he realized.

The voices were returning, but he could tell they were pained and scared. Over what though? He couldn't comprehend that. Over him possibly? Impossible. He was not fret over since the tragedy at Sector Seven he caused. No one cared about him. Most wanted him dead.

Fingers ran themselves through his hair. Something wet hit his hair and ran down his scalp. He opened his mouth, and screamed with all his might, begging that the hands would hear him.

It worked.

His eyes snapped open and he screamed again with the pain. Pain was everywhere. Pain was in his chest, arms, head, legs, everywhere. But it was overwhelmingly strong in his chest, and somewhere else. It was more of a numb feeling then a pained feeling. But it was still uncomfortable.

"Reno!"

That voice!

"Reno, can you hear me?"

Yes, yes I can! But who are you? Where are you, yo?

"Blink, talk to me, anything!"

Blink! He remembered that. He knew how to blink. Carefully he opened and closed his eyes, though it was far too blurry for him. He couldn't see anything, or know who was the owner of the hands. Was it that that was causing him so much pain?

He felt like he was fading again, but he refused to fall into the void of unconsciousness again. That voice was nearby again, willing him to stay awake. But it was getting too difficult.

Suddenly arms were around his waist, lifting him up and carefully dragging him along the broken floor of cold concrete. Then he was falling into hard ground, making him grimace and moan weakly, begging this angel heard him. Was this rough treatment due to him going to hell? Was a demon taking him down to hell? He got scared again and attempted to thrash, but he felt like his muscles were dead. Now they weren't moving at all.

"Hang on Reno, hang on." the voice whispered. Now he could detect that it was feminine. Would a demon be a female? Maybe it's an angel. No, that couldn't be. "I didn't expect to find you this quickly."

He couldn't respond.

His angel halted, gripping him tightly. A gunshot rang out, but from his experience, he knew for a fact it was a good distance away. Of course others would be wary. He was used to it, so he had no need to be afraid.

"Maybe the gun shots angered that monster that attacked your helicopter Reno." she remarked, making his brain attempt to remember what happened. All he remembered was flying a helicopter and then darkness. What was she talking about? "Just hang on a bit longer, alright?"

Hang on for what? Who are you anyways? Are you really an angel yo?

She didn't move much, then she was speaking, but not to him. "Rude! Come back already! I found him quick! …yes Reno is alive, but barely! Hurry."

He suddenly became very afraid as Darkness consumed his consciousness. What was worse was that he couldn't move at all. No pain, he couldn't even feel his legs. With no choice of his own, he slipped into unconsciousness.