ARWAN
Darkness. Pain. Confusion. These are the sensations that swirl around me as I slowly regain consciousness. My mind is a fog, memories fragmented, pieces of a puzzle that refuse to come together. I struggle to make sense of my surroundings, to piece together what's happened.
I try to move and sit up, but a searing pain radiates through my body, a sharp reminder that something is wrong. The effort sends a jolt of agony through me, and I grit my teeth, my vision swimming. I'm lying on the floor, every inch of my body protesting any movement.
My thoughts are muddled, and I can't seem to grasp any coherent memory. All I know is that I was shot, and the pain that courses through me is a testament to that fact. The darkness around me is oppressive, a weight that presses down, making it hard to think and hard to breathe.
