This is Chapter three . . . I hope you like it,
Lucas had no idea how long he had been there, agony consumed his being. Everything hurt! It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, and it hurt to stay conscious. He had spent the last half-hour trying to quell his nausea, because he knew if he threw up then he was going to choke on his vomit.
He could feel the warmth of his blood, that trailed down his body making his clothes stick to him. Panic tore at him once he realized he was beginning to hyperventilate, and he couldn't pull enough air through his nose.
As he became more aware, the pain got sharper and increased ten fold. Black spots danced across his vision. The nausea got worse, but he somehow managed to hold the little he had in his stomach in. When he tried to remember where he was, his vision wavered, turning everything in a spinning mass of blurry shapes.
The pain in his stomach and arm was beginning to dim. That's when Lucas realized that mercy had finally been issued, he was losing consciousness, he would finally get some rest. He leaned heavily back onto the fence and closed his eyes, praying that someone would find him.
Lucas's consciousness wavered, and then disappeared. His head hung low on his chest, he was covered in his life's blood. His last fleeting thought was that he hoped his family and friends knew he loved them, and he wished that he could see them again, even if was saying goodbye.
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