Beyond all my expectations, however, this is not where I meet my death as I'm lifted in the air as the other grunts and complains, but does not drop me and actually barely moves me around to avoid hurting me even if that gave them a harder time as they moved about, however at that point I'm so hurt and exhausted that I can barely feel the arms around my body, more of a sensation of warm against cold.
I could not help but whimper at every bump on the road, the pain flaring my feverish conscious up, but they would shush me and move even slower, trying to calm me down, however I can barely perceive my surroundings at that point, not only physically in pain but mentally exhausted, so is no wonder that I end up passing out again, even if in agony, back and forth every time pain would wake me up enough only to feel it.
