Immortal Awakening

Blackness. Pain. It's so cold. What's that noise? Wrenching metal. The pain. Freezing cold. What is it? Who's there? Can't you get this thing off my chest? Floating. Floating but to where? It's so cold and dark. How did you find me? Am I alive? Save me. You've got to save me! The pain is blinding and I cannot see. Floating, again. Warm. It's warm now. Am I still alive? Answer me!

Leigh's thoughts were jumbled and she could not speak. She could not open her eyes, yet she felt someone had heard and brought her to...somewhere. Not a hospital. Not a clinic.

"Just lay her down there," Rowan said as he looked to his colleague, Leigh Weller lying on Julian's bed now, torn, broken, and unconscious while Rowan proceeded to assess her wounds. He looked to Julian. "She will not survive the night, not with any treatment I could give her. The accident was too bad. Once I remove that part of the steering wheel from her chest, chances are that she will bleed to death. I don't have the equipment here that I need to operate properly and she will die before we reach the clinic. I'm sorry, Julian but there is nothing I can do for her here."

Die? Did someone say I'm going to die? No! Please save me! Don't let me die!

"You've got to try, Rowan. I hear her mind. She does not want to die," Julian said. "What about if we turn her? We drain her then give her our blood."

"We can try if it's really what you want to do. Hold her still while I get the steering wheel out of her chest. Don't let her move and for god sake don't jerk with her in your arms."

Turn? I don't understand. So much pain. AHHHH. Excruciating pain! Make it stop! Make it stop! Total darkness. No more pain. Black oblivion.