(The events of this chapter take place after the Faerie Bound chapter "Devil's Flat")
That was all I was aware of, and it seemed to be coming from every part of my body at once. I wanted to scream, but didn't have the strength. I didn't remember how I got there, or what had happened, all I knew was the pain.
Something wet was oozing from my chest, something warm and very sticky. I couldn't remember the word for it, but it seemed familliar.
My grip on life was loosening by the moment.
I could feel myself slipping, drifting away into an impenetrable blackness that crushed me like a heavy stone. And I didn't have the strength to fight it off. Despite the fact I knew I had to, I just couldn't bring myself back. I was dying, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I tried feebly to remain awake, but it was getting harder by the moment, I couldn't stay consciouss. It was a battle I was doomed to lose.
Then a voice broke through the wall of agony.
A voice I loved more than any other in existence.
I couldn't make out her words, or anything else for that matter, but simply knowing she was there was enough for me.
I had to fight. For her sake.