Blackout...

I am fixated on the drumming in my head. A facet of me knows it is just my ears picking up onto the nuance of my increased pulse from the spike of adrenaline. The rest of me cannot help believing I am hearing the pounding of a taiko drum:

POUND-POUND-POUND...

A facet of me knows I was beaten, knows I was mugged, knows I was stabbed, yet focusing on the drumming in my head almost makes me oblivious to the pain. Almost makes me oblivious to the screaming and panicking that seems to surround me. Almost:

POUND-POUND-POUND...

The stars dance across my vision now, more majestic than any fireworks show I have ever witnessed. Why does something so beautiful only come into view after something so tragic? Is it for a sense of balance? The facet of myself that is a philosopher fixates on that thought. It seems like as good of a thing to think about as any since I seem unable to speak or even move on my own accord at this point:

POUND-POUND-balance-POUND...

My neck suddenly feels a familiar sensation. The lightest lips to have ever brushed against it, kissing me the same way again. Is it a memory? Has she found me in this state and trying to give me something else to hold onto? She cannot be here, she is so far away right now:

POUND-balance-sigh-balance-POUND...

The muted screams and panic seem to fade more now. Something like a siren's scream interrupts the drumming song in my head:

REEEE-WOO-REEE-WOO-REE...

"Sir, can you hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you, you are screaming at me," that is what I think to myself anyway, I am fairly sure my lips do not move though.

"Sir, please blink twice if you can understand what I am saying..."

I believe I close my eyelids, the starshow becomes more vivid on the black backdrop. I seem to recall needing to open them again for some reason, but it seems like an old memory now. Why would I want to anyway, when I am watching the most beautiful lightshow in the world, with a soothing song drumming in the distance, and the love of my life grazing her lips against my neck:

pound-balance-sigh-balance-pound...

"Sir please...we need to move him, NOW!"

Don't move me. Everything is perfect right here, right now...

PAIN! NO!

LIGHTNING, BLINDING LIGHTNING! a poor finale to an otherwise perfect light show.

DEAFNESS!

NUMBNESS!

Fade to black...