Mick had no idea where he was.

It was dark and at the same time it wasn't. There was at least something he thought was a light, it seemed brighter, even if he couldn't really explain why. He had been through a lot in the last few days, weeks or even months, (he wasn't exactly sure how much time had actually passed) and with every second more and more of conscious slowly disappeared. He could vaguely remember a time, when he hadn't been wherever he was now, or what his life had been  like before this darkness had flooded his mind.

He knew there was something, a memory, but he couldn't grasp it. Remembering was too much pain and he already was in so much. Every single one of his muscles hurt, even though he did nothing else than lying on a bed. A movement no matter how small it was, brought a horrible sensation over his body. He had tried to clench his fist, but his fingers had felt so foreign and had been tingling all over that he couldn't stand it more than a few instants.

Even doing nothing hurt somehow, he felt hot and so cold at the same time. He shuddered, even though he was sweating like mad. Mick had to be completely soaked by now, which probably was the reason for his trembling, but how should he know that? When even breathing started to get hard. His lungs at least didn't hurt, but it seemed like such an effort to him that Mick wished he could just stop and sleep forever. Sleeping sounded so good, but it never happened the way he wanted it to. He slipped in and out of consciousness, but it never gave him any relief, if not he felt even worse every time he woke up.

His body was yelling at him for some painkillers or at least some sleep and there was nothing Mick could do to help it. He was totally helpless and still there was somewhere in him the hope that this would turn out  well in the end, even if he started to doubt it. Mick was at a point, where he just felt like sitting down and cry, because nothing was  going right and everything seemed in vain, but he didn't want to believe that. It was one of the only reasonable thoughts he was still able to form, whatever had happened to him or whatever would still happen, he wouldn't accept it, but keep on fighting until he got out of this hell, even if he no longer knew for who or why he should...

He just wanted to finally give in to the darkness and no longer feel anything...

However fate seemed to have other plans with him. Mick wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but it felt like he was moving, or rather getting moved. He wasn't sure, his perception was not working properly, but his body hurt or maybe he finally had completely lost it. It was hard to tell anymore.

Darkness. Noises. Lights. Voices. Darkness and more noises.

Mick had no idea what was happening or what this meant, but he knew one thing and he didn't like it, especially when he couldn't do anything against it. He could hardly lift a finger and it seemed to get even harder with every second that passed or whatever it was in his current sense of time. Like his perception his feeling for time was just a mess. It was still there in some form, but it was as useless as if it weren't.

He could have been here in this strange noisy darkness for months and he wouldn't have known it.

Lights and voices again.

Cold air hit him and he trembled. It felt so good on his too hot skin and his fear of whatever was currently happening diminished a bit. Mick just wanted to enjoy the cold air and not caring about anything else that was happening. There was some movement again, but the cold nearly made him forget his pain too. For a moment everything seemed fine.

Then the movement stopped again, the cold air disappeared and he was back into the darkness, but this time it was complete. 

Mick breathed out of relief and gave in.

To be honest I had more ideas for this story, but I ended up disliking most of them and changed my mind, so now the whole story is kind of weird... Sorry.

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The next chapter will be the Epilogue!