David's eyes woke with a sudden gasp.<span style="font-style: italic">Where am I? What am I doing? What time is it? What's this... feeling?</span>He looked around, and the room was dark. He saw Nadia's face, crying, but she got pulled into the dark. Then his parents, they too got sucked by the black. Then August... August lingered. She looked at David, with sympathetic eyes, and she kissed him on his lips. They were caught in a passionate embrace, and she took off her shirt. With those same sympathetic eyes she wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed. He could do nothing as he felt the life drawn out from him. It drew out slowly, for hours, days, weeks, and it kept leaving him.<br/><br/>He still looked frantically for Nadia. He could occasionally see her in the black, watching him, giving him strength. Each time he looked over, she was there. He could make out her features, her soft face, her freckles, her stunning green eyes. He could feel her warmth, her strength. Each time her face was a bit brighter, a bit easier to see. Finally August squeezed so hard that he disintegrated into a puddle of nothing-<br/><br/>David's eyes slowly lumbered open. It was so bright it hurt. Finally colours arrived, and then shapes. He was looking at a florescent light. He touched his body, and felt wires attached to his arms, a mask to his face, and he was wearing a gown. A beep resonated in the room. It was instantly recognizable, he was in a hospital room. Then there was a pain. His leg felt like it had been run over by a truck, and he instantly had a headache. He didn't know what was going on, or why he was there. He looked around, starting to grow worried, and saw his dad sleeping in the corner of the room.<br/><br/>"Dad?" he asked through his confusion.<br/><br/>His dad woke up, dropping the book he was reading. He looked around just as confused, then saw David. A look of awe caught him paralyzed for a minute. "David?" he asked with a renown sense of joy. "Maria! Come in quick!" Suddenly David's mom burst through the door. "David!" she screamed, running to the bed, sitting on the edge, grabbing his hand and kissing it.<br/><br/>"What's going on?" he asked, starting to realize just how broken he was.<br/><br/>"Son," his father came in, "you've been out for over three weeks. You don't remember being hit by a car?"<br/><br/>It started to come back to him. He was running, got hit by a car, and then everything went black. Why was he running? Then it all fell into place. He looked at his parents, asking the one question he desperately needed to know for his own sanity, "where's Nadia?"