Rhett
Rotten fish and ash filled my mouth. I smacked my lips, trying to get rid of the taste. But the foul liquid coated the inside of my mouth. No matter where I moved my tongue, it was there.
Hushed whispers surrounded me, and I blinked my eyes open. The light was too bright, even as I squinted. My throat vibrated as I groaned, closing my eyes again.
Pain coursed through me, seeping down into my bones. Sharp stabbing was somewhere near my head, but I couldn’t locate it.
Shoulder.
Burning pain came to mind, and I remembered as the hot venom had dripped onto me.
The whispers grew louder, and the pain dulled. Less stabbing, less sharp. I sighed and tried to settle into the new pain. I can manage this. This is fine, normal. I tried opening my eyes again, but the light was still too bri
