Brian's sorrowful gaze was fixated on the ceiling as pain coursed through his entire body like a sharp, piercing arrow that strikes the heart and lingers. All his bones felt broken and his flesh felt torn away from his bone.
It was said that men don't cry but at the moment, he was sobbing like an abandoned little child who had lost all hopes of ever seeing his parents again.
Brian's battered and disfigured look made him over-dependent on everyone. He could barely lift a muscle without assistance.
One of his eyesight was temporarily damaged due to the several punches he received on the left side of his head. Three of the top part of his finger was chopped off and some of his ribs were fractured. And from the look of his broken legs, his hope of ever walking on his own was dashed to the wall.
