The first thing I became aware of was pain.
It wasn't just one specific pain, either.
Everything hurt.
My back felt like somebody had tried to remove it and then changed their mind halfway through.
My shoulder was screaming like it wanted to rip itself off me and beat me with my own arm.
My leg felt wrong in ways I didn't particularly want to investigate.
Even breathing seemed determined to contribute to the problem.
Every time I focused on one injury, three others immediately reminded me they existed.
That seemed excessive, even for me.
I tried to take in a deep breath, but the pain told me that that wasn't a good idea, so I tried to move my hand.
Nothing happened.
I frowned and tried again, which turned out to be a mistake. Pain ripped through my body hard enough to scatter my thoughts before they could properly form. Whatever had happened before I blacked out had clearly involved something large, violent, and deeply disrespectful.
