He was falling in and out of consciousness.  His head was throbbing, enough to make him want to vomit.  By the smell in the room, he already had.  

He registered another scent.


His blood.  

His thigh was numb where it had been slashed, covered in congealed red matter, his trousers stuck to his skin.  His dislocated shoulder was on fire from being dragged, belt tied around his wrists. He tried to take a breath but the pain was like lightning striking his side, stealing the oxygen from his lungs.

He struggled to stay awake before the world went dark again.

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