Forgotten.

Forget.

"Dan? Dan, you ok?"

"What?"

"Thank god. I thought you were dead."

"Who.... are you....?"

I stare up into the stranger's face. He looks oddly familiar, like someone i knew from a long time ago, but I couldn't place who he was. His eyes became panic stricken as the rest of his face remained still, as if he was pretending to stay calm.

"Dan. I'm Phil... Your boyfriend...?"

I try to look behind me, but I'm on the ground, laying down. He's looking at me, yet I still can't grasp that he is talking to me.

"Who's Dan?"

Those are the only words I can manage to mumble out before my lips stop cooperating. Scarlet liquid pools around my head. Phil starts crying. The sounds around me start echoing as my vision gets blurry.

"Some-one-one call 9-1-1-1-1...."

Then the darkness sweeps me away into unconsciousness.