Hurt. Everything hurt.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t bring himself to do so because it hurt too much. It felt like every nerve in his system was on fire and nothing could put it out, gasoline was just added to the fire.

He could feel wetness against his skin. Was it blood? Was it tears? He couldn’t tell any more. Not that he could feel anything at this point. But Rhys could see something as he lay there broken and bruised. All he could see with just one eye considering the other had been torn from the socket. What had that damaged in him? Wires, bone, and metal being strained against each other until there was that final snap of it coming loose.

The arm. The arm was in pieces too. The feeling as it was forcefully removed from his shoulder, the way it had pulled at his nerves made him cry out to the point of cracking still he couldn’t scream any higher and his voice cut out. He wouldn’t even be able to call for help as it was all destroyed.

All of that blurred away from him. The pieces of metal and wire become nothing but smudges in his vision. Rhys could feel the wet warmth spread further and further. How much blood could he be losing? Probably a lot with how he felt. Even he didn’t know the true extent of it.

The man just wanted to go to sleep. Would it be allowed for him to sleep? He could just sleep right then and there and then maybe, just maybe, it would make all this pain go away. He was so tired and scared and in so much pain that he just wanted it to all go away even for just a moment.

Help.

He needed help.

Please help.

OMG AND NOW I SEE MY BABY J. STAM AS EMMA WHOA THERE I H9 U CHELS OMFGGGG AND IAN SEEING HIS BOY WITH ANNIE’S KID OH LORDY

LES DOET

THE LOVE THAT COULD HAVE BEEN RELIVED OMIKNISJIJD