Slowly, golden eyes fluttered open. A soft moan came from dry, parted lips. The sounds of high speed traffic rang loudly overhead. It was dark. It was nighttime. A dull fear grew in Ed's chest as he began to look around the area. "Where…?" he murmured to himself, but he still couldn't remember why he was here.
He knew where he was, but not why. He was under the skyway by his house, lying in dirt and grass and god knows what else. He looked up and could see the bottom of the skyway overhead. To his right was a slope that led down to a small, polluted-green lake. To his left was a clearing. It was covered in small stones and rubble, and past that were trees. Lots of trees and branches, he knew from past explorations of the place, which led down a stretch to one of the main streets that would eventually lead to the blonde's house. Why was he here?
Gradually, he began to move himself into a sitting position. He stifled a cry as he felt searing pain shoot through his thighs, his abdomen and his stomach. He felt weak, like he'd used all his energy. He didn't know on what. Ignoring this steadily rising terror he felt, he forced himself to stand. This wasn't a good part of town to wake up in.
He began to take unsteady steps forward, collapsing on his knees as he heard someone shout behind him. "Hey! You alright?"
Footsteps ran towards him and his breathing hitched as another wave of pain took over his body. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, leaning forward and feeling his forehead meet the cold ground, his eyes squeeze shut as he desperately fought against the pain. Someone's hands pressed against his upper back, and that person was met up with a group of others. "What's the matter?" the person, male, pressed.
"I don't…I don't know…" Ed murmured in reply. It was all he could think.
"Do too much drinking, blondie?" The boy inquired. He probably wasn't much older than the seventeen years old Ed. Figures. This looked like a place teens would hang out at and do drugs on nights they could sneak away from their parents. Oh, well. If they'd help him he didn't even care.
"I haven't been drinking."
"You don't look too good." Ed didn't say anything back, just continued to remind himself that breathing was a necessity. "I'll take you to the hospital."