Sharp intakes and outtakes of air left his mouth, and a clouded vision didn´t help any to clear the gap that was in his mind, disoriented by the sudden of the events. Isolated sensations made him remember with what ease a body can be beaten, and with the same ease common things can be felt differently according to the circumstances. Cold, and heat. The cold. The cold of the raindrops that fell upon his face as pointing needles, same drops that bonded his clothes to his body, same drops that in its size and force made him flinch. The heat. What in the world was that in his back. It burned like hell and hurt a lot. A pain that seemed to start somewhere near his left kidney, but also had decided to travel all the way up until the homoplasy, and then set on fire all his back. And then, the cold again. Something cold touched his brow. As focused as he was on the heat, the new sensation made him turn away. How confusing all of this was. It was hard to understand. The cold thing made itself present again, and stroked his hair back from his eyes. Now he preferred the cold than the heat. It turned from something annoying to something somewhat comforting. The heat continued being hurtful all the time, and, as he was becoming more responsive to the cold, it didn´t want to lose terrain, so it stroked back with ferocity, obliging his breath to stop, and then to take a sharp and violent intake of air. At the sudden movement, two broken lower ribs made him feel as if his upper abdomen exploded. The extremely painful and burning sensation put him on the verge of passing out. It had reached a point he could take it no more. The heat had won, and left him panting miserably. Something cold again, titled his head to the side. He encouraged himself to open his eyes, to look and find that source of comfort. Hands. Te caring hands of his friends. As if in a dream he heard a voice. It was commanding something, he could not figure out what it was. He wasn´t able to understand, the pain was defeating his remaining strength. He felt one last thing, hands grabbing his arms and legs, lifting him from the wet floor. The movement was the break point. So he felt himself go, felt himself losing the battle against darkness, which at least, embraced him with a very welcome painless state.