That was all I remembered. That was the only thing I knew. Other than that, I knew I was in a hospital.

White ceiling tiles passed by quickly, one after another. A gas mask was hooked up to my face, pumping oxygen into my system. My lungs felt like they've dried up and fell into my chest. Everything ached.

I started to zone out. My hearing went first, then my eyes failed out on me. I slipped out of consciousness and into some terrible dreams.

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A/N: I'll give you a moment of clarity before I break your heart some more and confuse the crap out of you. From here, everything is Patrick's flashback, the things he's trying to remember so desperately. You get to see it. Lucky you ;)

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Flames. Everywhere. It was amazing how fast they traveled. I couldn't help but stand and admire it. Fire is such a pretty color. It reminded me of the sunsets I used to watch in Chicago. Such a nice sight, but not a pleasant smell when it's burning your skin.

And here's Patrick Stump, standing and watching as the building burns to the ground. How nice.

Everything was blocked off by something burning. I was forced to take the long way around to the stairs. Coughing violently, I took each step one at a time.

The smoke sure didn't make anything any better. My lungs started to hurt with each labored breath. My mind ran flashbacks through my head as if I was dying.

No, I still have a mission. I still have to save Brendon Urie and I am not going to die until I do so.

I had two steps until the top of the stairs and I tripped. Just barely, I caught the railing by a finger. Thankfully, only fell back a few steps, but holy smokes did it hurt. I'd landed right on my rib. That'll leave a nice bruise later.

Pushing against the wall, I lifted myself back up and out of the staircase.

Walking into the room was a nice slap in the face. We'd just been in here, not five minutes ago. If I would've opened my eyes and thought a little, I'd have remembered that Brendon was still asleep in the other room. We wouldn't be in this mess right now. We'd all be okay.

But we weren't and now I have to fix that.

I pushed the door open and found Brendon, still lying on the couch in the corner of the room. Flames just started to emerge under the door, finding it's way towards Brendon.

As fast as I could, I made my way to him and landed to his side. Wincing, I leaned against the couch.

"Brendon... Wake up!" I shouted. He didn't make a sound.

"Wake up! We've got to get out!" I shouted again, frustrated. Tears sprang from my eyes.

He groaned and pulled his hand to his head, "Oh my god my head," he said in a deep, sleepy voice, "I have the worst-"

"Not the time for talk!" I stood back up and took Brendon with me.

He was heavier than I thought. I helped him stand up and put his arm around my shoulder. Ripping my jacket off and apart, I held a piece of it to Brendon's mouth. He coughed into it and did his best to hold it himself.

"Patrick?" he asked.

I walked him to the dreaded stairs again, "Yeah?"

"What's happening? Where's Dallon and Pete and everybody?" Poor kid, he sounded so confused. He still has no idea about the hell that's going on around him.

"We'll see them. They're just outside. All you need to do is stay awake," I told him.

The stairs were rough. Brendon tried skipping three at a time, stepping in the wrong places. I had to force his foot in the right direction. It was a long process.

Having Brendon there with me helped. He was the main reason I went back in here and he's the main reason we're getting out.

I had it out to save him, and now that he's here, safe, with me - it's a huge confidence boost. He's right there when I'm about to trip and fall again.

Once we got down and tried walking around a little bit, Brendon started to become aware of what was actually going on. Terrified, he asked again, "Patrick? What's going on?"

"Don't worry," I told him, "We'll be safe outside any minute now."

Lie. I'm so terribly good at lying to people, especially when they can't afford it. That's where the I in lie comes from.

All of the exits were blocked by burning blocks of wall, wood, ceiling, and other things that I couldn't quite see.

We were surrounded. No way out. I started to make out faces in the flames. They mocked me. They engulfed room by room. The flames had it out to scare me into my own death.

And sadly, it was working.

~ Becca