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This will be three chapters.

There were voices...female and male, scared and angry. But, what were they saying? I tried to focus, to ignore the sick rolling in my gut, the spinning of my senses that were still reeling, but everything was dark and getting quiet again.

"John!" I jolted slightly, my name cracking like a whip, like a demand and a plea, with fear and determination mingling in a strong voice. That voice shouldn't be ignored. But I didn't understand what he was saying. It sounded like gibberish, gibberish from under a slow current of water.

Or was it blood?

I forced my eyes open, feeling like I was ripping my eyelids as blinding darkness invaded the dim light. A man with long, light colored hair shouted over his shoulder - what was he saying? - and a light flared on from above. I squeezed my eyes shut, my face screwing in pain. I tried to turn my head away, but the sickening feeling returned ten fold and I gasped as sharp pain shot down my spine.

He put his hand on my shoulder, saying something very slowly. But what was he saying, God damn it?!

I don't understand; what's happened? More people crowded around. A girl with brown hair and wide eyes, lip quivering as she handed the man - he was wearing weird purple robes - a handful of white towels. A women with red hair bent down beside me, shining a light into my eyes. The man pressed the towels to my head, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw bright crimson soak into the material.

I could feel my eyes widen, knew the fear was clear in my face.

"John," the man said my name again. "John?"

But I couldn't answer. Fear was thick in my throat, rattling deep in my chest.

"John!" His voice cracked again, but this time, I could understand him. "You're gonna be fine. Okay? Stay awake."

"Monk..." my voice cracked. Memories flooded back, faster than a rollercoaster, blurred and fuzzy. Something huge and purple and reeking of death. Me, hanging almost twenty feet in the air. Unable to breath. Unable to speak.

"You'll be fine." He pressed the towel harder to the side of my head and I tried to shy away from it, but he held firm. "We gotta slow the bleeding, and - "

"The ambulance is here!" Mai cried, looking through the window. She rushed out the door and down the long hall.

"Did we...did we get it?" I asked, my voice hoarse with pain. Black spots danced on the edges of my vision; it was getting harder to stay awake. I needed to keep my eyes open, to stay alert...but I was so very tired. A few minutes couldn't hurt anything, right? Just enough to stop the headache. Naps always help. Its not like I had to go anywhere special, anyway.

"Yeah, John. We got it." Monk tried to smile, but failed. His eyes shone with worry, blood was soiling the towel and his hand. I could see it still, though he was trying to keep my head from moving. To keep me from seeing it.

"That's...good." Darkness swirled around my vision.

Fear clawed its way into his voice, making it high pitched, "John, man, you gotta stay awake! John!"

The darkness rose up to meet me once more.