ANGEL
My head was splitting apart. My neck felt like it was being stabbed by a pin constantly. My eyes were too heavy to open. I hadn’t felt this sick in a long time, the kind of headache that made me feel like the organ which I supposedly needed to survive was working against me, trying to explode through my cranium.
Throb. Throb. Throb.
Sting. Sting. Sting.
In my neck.
“What the hell—!” A weak groan of discomfort left my mouth, what actually stopped my curse was my voice, it sounded strange.
It felt as if my windpipe had been crushed, and I had gained Batman-like abilities.
My tongue felt swollen, like it could no longer fit in my mouth without clogging my throat from swallowing.
With an electrifying, sickening awareness, my brain registered everything wrong
Like how the p
