6
Grant
Every part of my body hurt. Even my hair ached. Whatever I’d done this time had been a doozy. I wouldn’t be doing any more of my own stunts for at least a day or two.
I stayed as still as I could, hoping the pounding in my head would ease up a bit, but it didn’t. After a long while, I tentatively opened my eyelids a tiny bit and peeked out. The bright, harsh overhead lighting had me immediately snapping them back closed.
“I think I saw him move.” The woman’s voice was filled with hope.
“Nah, he probably won’t wake up any time soon. His body has been through too much trauma and needs to recover.” The gruff male voice weighed in.
I wanted to ask them what had happened, but even the idea of stringing words together into a question and voicing them out loud made me nauseous.
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