An eye peeped open, allowing some rather harsh sunlight to come in. The man raised his hand to block it out. After he finally let himself completely open his eyes, he realized there wasn't really light at all, just the open mouth of a cave staring at him. There was sunlight beyond it, but he was out of its bright rays for the time being.
An attempt to sit up proved useless. There was pain all over and he was pretty sure he heard something that belonged to him crack. Had he taken up spelunking and was now paying a dear price for the hobby? A search of his brain showed nothing but some rather poetic verse. What that had to do with his damaged state he was not able to discern.
A few more minutes later he grudgingly made his way to a sitting position. A few minutes later, he approved himself to stand. With his hand on the dampened cave wall, he moved his way to the mouth of the cave. Although he had no strength or clue what he was going through, he had a thought that made him happy and a smile erupted upon his face.
"I'm alive!" he muttered to himself in a British tone he at least recognized.
He took his free hand and let it flow out into the sun. The warmth felt good on his pale skin. It was as if his whole body had come alive! He tilted his head back and closed his eyes to take in the sensation that was tingling so wonderfully. That was until he felt the warmth magnify. He opened his resting eyes to see his hand was smoking and peeling. A yelp cried out of his throat as he pulled his steaming hand back into the darkness and faltered back to the ground. He watched the hand slowly cool and the smoke dissipate. After looking the hand back to forth a time or two he made a confused notation.
"I...burn."
