Pain.
There was so much pain.
Just merely existing had a throbbing pain that made it hard to focus. The first time Dahlia tried to move, that throb quickly became acute and a sharp searing pain flashed through her body in numerous locations.
After the first attempt, she hadn't tried to move again. What would she do if she even could move? Where could she go? The constant aches she had left her barely able to listen to her own thoughts and once she moved, those thoughts became meaningless in the face of insurmountable agony that followed.
So she lay there. Somewhere. Wherever she was. Motionless.
Some of this uncertainty came from how she was brought to the current location while unconscious. But the other part of the uncertainty came from how she was currently blind. At the very least she couldn't see, though she couldn't tell if she lost sight, had her eyes covered, or maybe they weren't even open. Her senses were so fragmented that she truly couldn't tell what was true.
