3.) No Light

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Everything hurt.

He was disoriented. He was hurting.

He didn't know what was going on or what was happening.

He groaned as he forced his eyes open. The wall was blurry and his vision wavered several times. He gasped in pain as he forced himself to move, forcing himself to sit up, his body protesting every slight shift on the process.

He felt familiar slight pulls and restrictions on his body and tried but failed to make the connection of what that meant.

His head felt like cotton and he couldn't make coherent thoughts and couldn't summon up the memory of what got him into this clouded, vaguely there state.

But one thing cut through all the cloudy fog and he found himself whining deep in his throat as it distracted him from the pain.

It was a smell. He leaned towards its source and was met with something hard but soft at the same time. He nuzzled his head into the curve it possessed and breathed out. It was enchanting. A scent of the sea and the smell of oak wood and the ocean filled his head, and he sighed in slight content. It was alluring and it thankfully distracted him from the pain that wracked his body.

He felt the force he was leaning against tense and stutter and he heard something in the background, a voice maybe, but he wasn't sure.

He breathed out again and he started to feel his body going lax. His hand came up and gripped the thing he was holding onto and groaned. His eyebrows furrowed and he went completely limp, fading into darkness.