Rachel

One.

"Paris? Paris, can you hear me?"

A faint light flashes in front of his eyes, and he flinches. The voices that he heard were calling his name frantically, but he doesn't want to get up. Everything was so loud and so bright, even though his eyes were closed and he was pretty sure he was unconscious.

"Paris, we need you awake right now, so if you could open your eyes, just a little bit, to know you can hear us, that'd be so incredibly helpful."

Who was calling out to him, ruining his peace and quiet? If it weren't for those people screaming at him, maybe he'd get a decent sleep for once.

"Paris!"

Hearing his name shouted so loudly in his ear surprises him, and his eyes pop open. An extremely bright light blinds him and he squints. Why is everything so bright and loud? He thought death would be more peaceful and less bright.

Then the pain hits him.