"I envy your conviction" Those where the very last words Edgar had heard before the click of the machine. However, something was wrong. Nothing hurt. And He still felt whole.
Edgar took this moment to open eyes he hadn't even realized he'd closed, to see Johnny fuming at the machine, wondering what the fuck was wrong. A plethora of curses followed as the scrawny male cocked back a fist and knocked Edgar out cold with a swift blow near the temples.
Hours, or was it days, later Edgar found himself waking up in a well covered area in the park. He felt weak, heavy in a way, and everything was both too dark and too bright all at once. "I'm..." He paused a moment testing his dry throat. It functioned, but everything felt like sand, or even gravel as he spoke. "I'm alive." He tried to sit up, but a kind of nausea hit him, and he decided it was best to stay laying for the time being. The world swam momentarily, and began fading around the edges. Once more Edgar had found oblivion.