His head was killing him, his body ached and he was certain something was bleeding.
But for the life of him, his eyes refused to open properly. Not even his limbs would listen to his command. They felt heavy. Like stone.
What was he doing before this anyway? What happened to have caused this incident? Where was he?
What the hell was his name?
He continues to push himself to move his limbs, not even a twitch.
He could feel a scream bubbling up in his throat, shouting at his limbs to move and do his bidding. Gravity seemed to tilt for a second as he felt his head and chest get heavy. A sudden rush of wind blew against his face before something heavy smacked his chest.
He tried to open his eyes again, and he succeeded. And was met with a blurred figure standing before him.
"Sir, can you hear me?" he couldn't tell who the voice was or what they were, but he did feel something touch his arm, but he didn't dare look away.
What a lovely voice was all he could think at that moment.
He was certain he tried saying something. But his eyes could no longer stay open and darkness became his new scenery.
He hoped that the next time he woke up, it would be meeting the person, who hopefully, saves his life.