There was pain, like lightning flashes in deep clouds. Agony, really. But he didn’t care so much. He floated, unmoored, among the waves. Voices spoke over him.
Someone screamed his name. He wanted to respond, but he couldn’t. Someone lifted him. He shifted, groaned. Batted weakly at the arms around him.
“Should you really lift him like that?” Worried.
“He’s freezing and in shock. I don’t think we have time to wait for an ambulance. Get him in the car.”
“It’s all right, it’s me. Don’t struggle. We’ve got you.” Someone squeezed his hand. Agony lanced through his fingers.
“Jesus f**k,” the other voice said. “They pissed on him?” That voice was closer, he felt the rumble through his chest.
“Son of a bitch.”
“Get in there with him, sir. I don’t think we can sit him up to buckle him in.”
