Well, since what I had been writing for chapter 8 isn't cooperating with me, you get this instead. Super short, I know, but hopefully it will help me with the next chapter.
He was alone. That was really all he noticed. There were plenty of things that weren't there - light, dark, temperature, sound, he didn't even know if he was sitting or standing or what. It was like all of his senses had suddenly stopped working. It was actually rather frightening for him. He was so used to being with the others that for them not to be here, where ever here was, shook him. What if something had happened to them?
"-lex."
He paused, his growing panic halting. Who was that? It wasn't a voice he recognized.
"Plea... ve... ake..." the voice came again, fading in and out.
If he could have cocked his head, he would have. That was a woman and she sounded so sad, like she had been crying. He wondered who she was talking to and if there was anything he could do to help.
Just under the sound of her voice, which had faded to a buzzing drone that he couldn't understand anymore, he could make out a beeping sound along with an odd whooshing noise. It wasn't like anything he had ever heard before.
The nothingness he was in abruptly turned white as pain consumed him. Had he been standing, he knew he would have fallen to his knees, unable to breathe and clutching his chest at the fire centered there. It was a little odd to know where the pain should have been since he couldn't feel the rest of his body.
He had been hurt before, but never anything like this. He wished the others were here, that someone would take this pain away.
Over come by the pain and a sudden fatigue, his awareness drifted, everything fading away again.