Drowning

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All rights go to ABC Family. I would like to thank the following;

SleepingWithKilljoys for the prompt,

seer-oflight, aka Olivia, for helping me decide which way to go with this one,

and let's throw in ABC Family and Disney, 'cause why not?!

Anyways, I hope you guys like this one, so enjoy!

--- Incident #1 ---

In all fairness, Kirsten hadn't planned the incidents. The incidents where her lungs filled with water and she felt like she couldn't breath. In fact, she had tried her best to avoid anything filled with water. It would have worked, except there was such thing as a corpse, and a tank. Fishtank, to be exact.

In the first incident, she had been in the same tank, stitching into the memories of a woman named Jacky Taylor. Everything was fine; normal stitch. Cameron used nicknames as she found new information, Kirsten bantered back, and nothing with the equipment went wrong.

Something went wrong in the stitch though.

Kirsten couldn't remember much about that stitch or that incident. She remember touching a test tube of some sort, a glowing one. She remembered that her body had definitely spasmed. She also remembered that her lungs started to hurt and she couldn't breath. Then it was like the big bang never happened and the world went black.

Some stuff got to her in the blackness though. A voice a lot like Linus's was telling someone they hadn't passed the two minute mark. There was a ripping sensation, and Kirsten could feel water engulfing her body. Opening eyes or moving limbs seemed too hard though. Just sitting there, letting blackness become deeper was too easy to pass up.

She heard one last thing before she lost all of her senses though. It was voice, one much too easily remembered and recognized.

"Kirsten! Get her out!" Cameron's yell was fading, and she felt hands reach in to the tank to grab her. For an instant, her mind was able to take control and open her eyes to see who got her. Cameron carried her in his arms, almost flat out refusing to look at her. Kirsten tried to keep her eyes open, but the weariness took over and everything was black.

Everything I see is black.

Everything I hear is silence.

Everything I touch is air.

Everything I taste is tasteless.

Everything I smell is him.

That was true. Kirsten's eyes wouldn't open, her hearing wouldn't work, her hands wouldn't move, and she couldn't even get that morning taste in her mouth.

Her sense of smell, however, was making up for that.

Because of her condition, Kirsten really couldn't tell how long she had been out. It was possible that it was for five minutes or two months; she wouldn't know the difference. She was quite positive, however, that the smell that would not get out of her senses was not because she was constantly around that smell. She was pretty sure the smell was the last one she could have smelled.

She knew the it all too well for it not to be the one she last smelled. She placed a name to it in what she thought was quite quickly. It smelled like Cameron.

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