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Darkness; it was all that he could remember until there was a light and pain. Pain so intense that words fail to describe it and Pitch wasn't in the position to do so anyways. His body ached from the pain and the light that was so blinding. He wasn’t sure where he was or what happened to him. All he knew now was pain.
“Help…” Did he say that? Was he the one asking for help? Was he asking for help to get rid of the pain? “Why is he…” No. That was someone else. Pitch shifted a little, causing a gasp of pain to leave him. Moving was bad, but so was being touched. He silently screamed as a warm hand grabbed his arm and pulled him up into a sitting position.
“Stop!” That was him. Pitch’s voice came out broken but firm. Whoever’s hand that had been grabbing him, released and he fell back to the ground. Still the pain was there, more intense than ever.
“What’s wrong with him?” That voice again. Pitch could barely recognize it. His head was pounding and the pain was not receding. He wasn't sure if there was a response to the question.
“Hurts…”Pitch managed to gasp out, finding just enough strength to curl a little into himself. Wet, something under Pitch was wet and beginning to freeze. Something cold touched his face and the pain finally faded just a little bit.
“It must have been strong.” The voice said. Pitch was sure he knew that voice, it was becoming clearer as the cold began to spread out over his face and body. His body relaxing as the cold fought off the pain. After a few moments of cold, Pitch finally opened his eyes. Darkness. This wasn't right.
“My eyes.” The source of the cold seemed to move and trace the outside of his eyes. He felt that, so clearly something was wrong with them, if he couldn't see the source.
“They’re gone.” He was informed by the voice. Pitch wanted to be surprised by this revelation. He really did but the cold left and the pain was returning. He gave a soft cry, body tensing once again in pain. The cold quickly returned, once again focused on his face. “Sorry.” The voice mumbled, portraying both guilt and annoyance.
“I know you.” Pitch stated softly after a moment. Pitch swore he could feel the cold tense before relaxing again.
“Yeah.”
“Who…” he trailed off, his eyelids drifting close once again. His head hurt too much to figure out who it was. For now, he’d let the darkness take him again. Then maybe, just maybe, he could remember why he was in such pain and who the owner of the voice was. But for now, darkness was once again his friend.