The first thing that registered in Rogue's mind was the ache in every inch of his body, but what hurt the most out of them all was the very center of his chest where his heart lay. The pain immediately reminded him of the unfortunate events that unfolded before he lost consciousness. Sounds of the deafening explosion, the agonized screams of countless human slaves as they burned to death, and the loud bang of a gunshot echoed in his ears as if those traumatizing moments were all happening yet again.
The fear crept up his throat and if it weren't for the pain impairing his voice, he would've screamed right then. A lone tear slid down his left cheek when he opened his eyes. Upon finding himself staring at the familiar ceiling of Luke's van, the terror subsided at once, and he became thankfu
