Searing hot pain, pulsing throbs in time with my slowing heartbeat; that was all I could feel as consciousness drew me back to this world.
Vision fading between black and white, the darkness drawing me in, the light begging me to stay and fight.
Voices drifting in and out like the tide, asking me questions that I do not know the answers too.
Who am I?
Do I know where I am?
Why did this happen?
There is an irrational beeping noise coming from somewhere near by. The noise is harsh, loud and irritating. I can feel hands all over my body, checking pulse points, cutting clothing and cleaning away the blood which is flowing like a steady river and with every slowing beat of my heart more of it is lost.
I do not feel scared and I do not fear what comes next. I know that right now I am standing on the thin knife edge between life and death and if I were to fall, to tumble down on the side of death then I would be okay with that. I have done all I have wanted to do, achieved everything I wanted to achieve.
The irrational beeping has stopped. No it hasn't stopped at all but it has changed. Instead I hear a few seconds of a constant high pitched wail, almost as though someone is screaming without taking a breath.
The darkness draws in, fully consuming my vision until all there is, all I can see is an endless obsidian void. The noises I was aware of quieten until I can hear nothing, not even my own heartbeat drumming in my ears. My sense of touch fades as well, no more hands, no more hot red rivers flowing over skin.
Then at last peace...
What I had been searching for all along.