A/N: Here's a quick drabble. Not very long but my Sands muse gets bored halfway through things and goes outside for a smoke so nothing much more than a drabble is produced. Anyways. Here it goes.

Sands just can't get his head around how much pain he's in.

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Visions you once saw tickle at the back of your eyes, like an itch you just can't scratch. And it hurts, for you to know that the last face you saw was just another ass hole and not even a very good looking one. Balls. And it's like, where did all this *pain* come from all of a sudden? Well, the drugs are wearing off and you've got an open gun shot wound in your thigh, but it's not that kind of pain. It's a deep pain, like you've been shot through the fucking stomach. But then you notice, yeah, shit, those drugs really *are* wearing off, and the pain blends with a searing hot flash at the back of your bloodied sockets and you have to physically force yourself not to scratch at the wounds. You feel ridiculous, because it's not as if you haven't felt pain before, you aren't weak. No, wait. You feel *useless*. Yeah, cause what the fuck is the use of a blind gun fighter? They took your eyes, and left the gun. As a teaser? As a reminder of what you no longer have. And it hurts. And it's like, where did all this *pain* come from all of a sudden?