As soon as consciousness began to scratch the edges of his mind, Trick knew he was in trouble. It was in the way he felt his shoulders and wrists burn from carrying the weight of his body. From the way, his arms stretched above his head, stiff and immovable. But mostly, what told him he was f****d was the pain that pierced through his chest every time he drew a breath into his lungs.
For a moment Trick fought the urge to panic and tried to restrict himself to short, shallow breaths. After a few seconds, he thought he could reason a little more clearly as the panic receded to the far corners of his mind.
Opening his eyes took more than one try because his brain and body just didn’t seem to be communicating as they should. And that was probably because of the pain he was in. It fogged all
