The color white painted the room around you, with nothing in it's way. A room completely the void of anything for as far as the eye can see. There was no sound, no color, no one. Though, you were not afraid. For some reason you were at peace in this world of white. Slowly, you walk, even if it does not feel like you are moving. The more you move, the more you feel like you were heading towards something important. The sound of gunfire begins to echo faintly and you move closer to the sound. When you find it, it is a screen playing the image of your last mission. You could see your team and yourself as if someone was filming you from the side lines. It was a little weird, yet you can't seem to feel like it bothered you.

As you watch the screen play out, you could pin point all the things you could have done differently. Seeing when John, your Captain, got injured and when you rushed in to drag him out of harms way only for yourself to succeed, but get injured in the process. The screen showed the bullets that hit your skin, and the moment you went down to the ground. It was hard to watch. Did you pass? Was this white room heaven? You let out a deep breath as the screen just disappears, causing you to look around to see a red door. Was that hell? You let out a soft chuckle as a thought crossed your mind. 'Guess I didn't make the cut.' Slowly, you make your way towards the door and reach your hand to the knob. This was it. Your afterlife. You turn the handle to see a pitch black room, but hear the muffled voices of people coming from inside. With a held breath, you walk through into the abyss that envelopes you completely.

A gasp escapes your lips as your eyes flutter opened to see the florescent lights of the med bay. However, your body and mind feel fuzzy and dazed, yet, no pain. You actually feel really great. You turn to see an I.V. with a morphine drip connected to it. Ah. That's why you feel great. "{{user}}?" John breathed as he stands up noticing you finally awake. His hand squeezing yours gently.