I was dead. I was sure I was dead. Or maybe not sure… seeing as I could still think and question whether in fact I was dead. Being able to think is always a good sign… or at least I hope so. It was about all I could do though. I couldn't open my eyes because, to be honest, I couldn't find them. I felt trapped in a dream that I desperately wanted to escape, but couldn't figure out the key to waking up. Thus, after I realized I was probably not dead, I tried my best to escape whatever strange void I was in. There were no images. I couldn't even imagine images. I could only hear a consistent, blistering noise that rose and fell like a phone ringing constantly in my head, yet it didn't seem to come from my head. It seemed to come from somewhere outside of me… even though, I wasn't sure where I was, let alone where anything else was.

Then I picked up a voice, my mind obviously able to process sound. At first it was hard to decipher any words, but then I began to recognize the rhythm of the voice, as if it was a melody. It was familiar and feminine. Then my mind suddenly kicked in and started writing out the words in big bold letters right before my eyes.

"…He died a few hours ago." She explained, but I wasn't sure who she was talking about. "You're a hero, you know." She commented, taking a brief intake of air. He could actually hear her breathe. "I know you're going to pull through this. It's nothing that you can't handle. You're brave." Her voice sounded sad, yet undoubtedly hopeful. "I'm not sure you can hear me, but I hope you can. I just want you to know your being taken care of by the doctors, your friends, and God." She continued, her voice breaking as her breathing quickened rapidly. I sensed that she was crying; although, I still didn't have an image of what that would look like or even what she looked like. I didn't even know her name, only that I knew her and that she was familiar. She was more of an idea than a substantial thing, which was actually really cool if it wasn't also so damn frustrating. "Lisbon's really worried about you. I've never seen her so scared and she keeps snapping at us as if it was our fault…" her voice drifted ", but don't worry she doesn't blame you. It's just that the doctors keep saying that you may never wake up and it scares her. It scares all of us." She began speaking faster and faster as if trying to run through it as quick as possible. She took another deep breath. "Rigsby keeps blaming himself… I know you wouldn't want him too, but he does nonetheless. If you die, I don't know whether he'll ever stop blaming himself." She considered, her voice trying to maintain a cheery note. "Then there's Jane… Jane's been very quiet. I'm not sure he's said much of anything since it happened. He sometimes tries to cheer everyone up, but it's just… I'm worried about him. He's just thinking all the time… as if thinking is going to change anything!" Her voice raised a pitch and I detected a hint of anger. A few minutes passed before she continued. "Sorry." She apologized softy. "I know we never really got to know each other that well, but you're one of the most interesting people I've ever met." She commented. I could actually hear her smile as her tone changed dramatically. "I guess that could either be an insult or a compliment, but I mean it in a good way." She remarked in a light, friendly voice. She paused again. "Don't leave us here. We need you. I know it's not our choice when it's our time to go, but… I want you to fight it no matter what." She told me seriously. Her words were a wide range of emotions intermingled together in one lengthy speech and although it was hard to accept the strange, still mysterious turn in events, it was comforting to know I wasn't alone. Then there was only silence.

I just thought this would be an interesting story to write and there aren't many Cho centered fics out there.

Yes, I am turning this into an actual Jisbon fic with actual Valentine's Day references.