[Ned!]
Ned's head rang of both ICE's prompt, and pain.
A squint of his eyes and the pain awoke his mind and body. It ran from his head, down to his neck, shoulders, and joints. Finally, the pain from his right side throbbed of pulsating sensation, the pain his body felt was nothing compared to the pain from his right.
Ned was laying flat. His back felt soft, and cold, and wet. Opening his eyes—eye, his right vision was swollen with blackness and flesh. He was half drenched in mud. Silver hair seeped with viscous liquid. Ned groaned as he forced his eyes to open. It was disappointing, as his vision was filled with fog, obscuring the distance.
Ned rolled, and bent, and forced himself to stand. He grunted as his hands were heavy as if tied with chains and exclaimed cause his legs felt the same. He gritted his teeth, but the more he pumps force into his body, the more blood leaked from his wound. Finally, he gave up: to stand, or to open his eyes—he gave up.
