It felt like I was being continuously stabbed in my arms and legs. I didn’t even try to move, but the pain continued nonetheless. I couldn’t feel the blood pouring out of my wounds, I knew that I wasn’t actually being stabbed, but that still did not make things any better.
“Stay still.” Wyatt spoke softly. “It will pass in a few minutes.”
I didn’t want it to last more minutes, I wanted it to be over with. My mind was still racing with everything I had just seen, while my stupid body had to adjust to having a body again. I opened my eyes and found myself laying on top of the only clear surface in this entire room, the table. Wyatt was right beside me and put his hand against my neck to feel for my pulse. His fingers felt like pure ice against my painful skin and I realized that in the mid
