- Damon White:
When I first started to get my consciousness back, everything was a haze-a dull throb in my head and an ache radiating up my arm.
I couldn't tell where the pain was coming from, just that it was persistent and angry, a stinging reminder of the fight I barely remembered.
I tried to blink, my vision blurring in and out as I fought to make sense of my surroundings.
The first thing I noticed was the thick, suffocating darkness.
It wasn't just the absence of light; it was the kind of darkness that seemed to weigh down the air, pressing on my skin, and filling my lungs like smoke.
My head throbbed as though it had been split in two, and the metallic taste of blood lingered on my tongue, bitter and unyielding.
My body felt as if it was wrapped in lead, every muscle sluggish, and dulled, and a strange numbness crept through me, the kind that only some strong type of drag could cause.
