Pain, so much pain.
I felt like I slipped on the treadmill 54889 times in one hour, or perhaps I'm exaggerating. Who knows. I felt every single bruise, every single cut.
I opened my eyes to see a blurry room and a few worried faces looking down at me.
It seemed as if it was an apartment, and I was lying on a bed with a few people around me. It was very hard to see, not gonna lie. It was confusing.
My hands felt like they were on fire, and my chest felt like someone had taken a hammer to it.
My ears felt like they were bleeding, and my eyesight was still blurry.
I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I felt so weak and dead.
"Hello..." I groaned. As my eyesight cleared, I saw September right in front of me with all the others. "Hey!" Malachi shouted in excitement, as he came into my view.
It was then that I realized what had happened. The last thing I remembered was flying into Rocke at full speed and then blacking out.