The kick brought Archer to his knees. A sharp pain raised all the way up to his stomach and he felt nauseated. The throbbing pain made him feel like he was getting stabbed over and over in his balls. His whole lower abdomen was pulsating with pain. Air became an afterthought for him. His body automatically kept breathing in and breathing out as he was not concentrating on that. He was more concerned about his pain.
The pain was so crippling that he didn't even care which room he was in or if Journee was going to attack him or Zion. The only feeling he could think of, he could experience, was pain and only pain. With one hand he clutched his balls and with the other, he clenched his stomach. He couldn't understand why his stomach was in knots if Journee hit his dingleberries.
