protect your head and maybe your heart too

death

I know this is cliche, but push through the pain. No matter what. You've got a partner to look out for, don't leave Damian behind.

You still know who Damian is, right? I'm writing this notebook in case I ever forget anything, but then I just assume you know other stuff.

Wait I told you who Damian was in the beginning.

I forgot.

Fitting.

I couldn't concentrate on anything but the pain.

Somebody yelled about calling an ambulance, but I don't know who.

They could be calling for Heather.

I'm still in someone's lap, their hands holding my head carefully, as if I might break. I don't remember who it is.

All I can think about is the pain on my side. I feel hands pushing down which just makes it hurt more, but I can't push them off.

I can't do much really.

Just sit on the floor in pain.

Are my eyes open?

It's all black anyway.

Are those sirens.

My head is gently lowered to the floor as the person I'm laying on moves.

The hands also stop.

The pain doesn't.

Suddenly I'm hoisted into the hair, only to be lowered onto something moving.

I just wanna fall asleep.

I can't leave Damian.

Damian.

Where is he?

Is he okay?

Where's Cady?

I hope she is safe at home.

There's a lot of noise. People shouting, sirens going off. Are they for us or triple H.

I see red and blue flash around me. I guess my eyes are closed, it feels like when you close your eyes on a bright day, everything is a brownish orange instead of balck.

"Where did the rest of Triple H go?"

"Is Janis going to be okay?"

"We need you to back away and let us work."

"Wait! I'm family. Let me on!"

I think I'm being lifted into an ambulance? There are so many voices all around. I can't identify who is who anymore.

Doors slam shut and I feel somebody grip my hand.

Their hold is firm, but I can feel them shaking, like they're scared I'll slip away.

The ground beneath me starts moving, I'm definitely in some sort of vehicle.

"Janis?" I recognize that voice. Who is it?

I don't know.

I don't know much anymore.

....

Its fucking bright out.

"Is she waking up? Janis? Can you open your eyes?"

Not with this bright light.

Am I dead? Is this heaven?

No, I'll definitely go to hell.

"Janis?" A new voice speaks up. How many people are there?

This one comes from my right. They're probably sitting right there. Are they the ones holding my hand?