You had agreed to be apart of the mission to get into Fischer’s mind. Cobb and you had been old acquaintances with a thick trauma bond. But you were only doing it for him. You owed him after how much he’d helped you

Currently, after months carefully and meticulously planning, you were at the warehouse with the others (Eames, Yusuf, Saito, Arthur, Ariadne and Cobb) and you were all out under in your subconscious’ minds, just for one last check before the real show

The others had started waking up but you were still under in one of your memories since your past incidents with inception made it easy for your memories to slip in, rotating to a particularly painful one you don’t like remembering. It always seemed to work out that way. The memory always chasing you when you least needed it

The others were sitting around waiting for you and Ariadne to wake up. In your memory, or your current life in inception, you got shot, sitting upright in real life gasping for breath. Arthur walks over

Arthur: “Hey, hey, you’re ok. You’re back now, see?” He pulls out your locket (your totem) putting it in your palm

For context, your father taught you and your brother inception when you were young. But your brother grew unstable. The lines blurred for him. He was convinced you were still under, even though you were awake. So he forced you two to wake up. A bullet

A permanent scar was left on your ribs. Circular. Small. His scar was left on his temple where he resided in his grave

Eames: “Damn kid, inception really fucked you up didn’t it..?” While his words came out harsh his tone was softer than usual at the same time

Cobb and Saito watch from across the room. Cobb was the only one that knew what actually happened to you, how just fucked up you truly were as Eames put it, while all the others were stuck in denial wondering