Chriselle's/soon-to-be-Terra's POV

Bright. And warm. I can't open my eyes but I see the pinpricks of fluorescent light through my eyelids. I felt arms snake themselves under my knees and support my back and I was soon cradled to a firm chest. I felt like I was unable to lift a muscle if I wanted to, it felt similar to an 'out of body experience' because I could hear, smell, feel, and even taste the lingering metallic blood film in my mouth. I was lifted and started to move quickly. Wind rushed past my paralyzed body, my head dangled at a precarious angle. I tried to force my eyelids open but soon settled for listening, I was to tired to fight any way. Better if I didn't see.

I felt the slight bouncing and taps on the floor reach my senses, alerting me I was being carried. I didn't bother asking myself where I was because I already knew. I should be afraid but I had reached an odd state of lucidity. It was like I had already accepted my fate and took responsibility for it.

The person carrying me, as I did not know whom yet was holding me, made a swift turn left and my head rolled the other way.

I felt not safe, but at peace, or merely I had gone into shock and this odd sense of serenity had come to let me advise on my sanity or perhaps to make sure I didn't just die because of the overwhelming fear and make my scenario worse. I decided on the latter and attuned my body to my surroundings.

There was shouting, I could only catch bits of, it was a feminine voice that was speaking to my carrier, about me I presumed. Judging by the clicks of their feet on the floor, there was only two, and it sounds like the hallways of my old school.

Instead of reflecting back on my school which would ultimately not help me in the end, I pushed all my past memories of my life into a deep dark abyss in the pit of my mind. Feeling like it helped, I listened closer and focused my ears.

"Hurry ....must.......go....and.....left!" As I said I could only catch fragments of it, but this voice was distinctly the voice of the woman.

The male, as I could define he was a teen by his voice and height, started to briefly look down on me. His head would flick down which I could feel from his breath on my cheek on his chest, that he did this repeatedly.

I looked a mess, I knew, I could feel the blood, still mostly wet except for my hair (go figure). I looked awful and was ruining whatever clothes he was wearing most likely with all my smuck covered self.

My pondering was cut to a halt as a door creaking and being flung open was heard. I heard more yelling but was able to distinguish it better in the small room. I was using an echo location of sorts since I STILL COULDN'T MOVE.

"Set her ..,,bed; Nygus, ... need you" I almost caught the whole sentence this time but missed it as I heard and felt her move around, gathering things with a new person here. I think I was catching up because if Nygus was here in my crazy SoulEater hell/ coma dream than that women clacking on the linoleum must be...... Medusa. For the first time in my half conscious state I felt a stab of fear. I pushed it down with my memories, into the darkness. It is no longer relevant because I couldn't defend or fight anything anyways so it was useless.

Seeing as the air flowing against my cheek wavered, he was out of breath. I thought I felt something pull my grimy hair off my face.

"Kidd......critical condition.....what is wrong......her....we need....evaluate....health.....get out..... call you when.....her stable." Kidd, as in Death The Kid? THE Death The Kid??!!!! He was the one carrying me!?! Peas and carrots, he would be the one to exterminate me for trespassing or scaring them or something! I hate this. My life officially went from bad, hell, eternal torture, to null in the process of 12 hours. Talk about worst, new, record, ever.

I was gently set on a bed and by the way the door was slammed, I assumed he was kicked out. I don't mind though, my life(or is it death?) is too crazy right now with so much happening right now and so I eagerly succumbed to the bliss of deep sleep.

And when I wake up, Garret will bound into my room and throw himself on me and spread his infectious giggles and Ace will beg me to make breakfast and everything will be ok, back to normal life. It has to go back, it has to.