Stanley watched in horror as his piss turned the snow red. There was blood in his piss.
'What the fuck?' he couldn't help but think at the sight of that. What did it mean that he was peeing blood? That could not be good in any way, right? Was he going to die soon?
Worry filled Stanley's heart but that was all for now. After relieving himself, he checked on the wound on the side of his body.
Right around the ribs and below it, the right side of his body was mostly burned and charred on the outside, with lightning marks flowing all the way to the left.
He tried feeling his wounds on the outside and found that he couldn't feel most of his skin at all. It was the same as his hand, but thankfully he could at least feel something on the inside.
He couldn't even do that with his other hand.
