Chapter 12
James could not move his arms nor his legs. He could not roll onto his side, he felt as if he was tied to something hard. His whole body ached. His stomach churned and burned. A bitter, bile taste boiled at the back of his throat.
His head pounded with a dull agonizing pain. He feared his head would explode if he moved. The ringing in his ears roared loudly, causing even more pain. His hand ached and throbbed. A piercing pain flowed throughout his whole body.
Cautiously, James opened his eyes slowly, he was afraid to open them too fast fearing his eyes would pop out. When he did finally open his bloodshot eyes all he could see was darkness. His neck popped and cracked painfully as he slowly turned his head to the side to look around. His could not focus on anything. Wherever he was smelled damp and musky.
The pain in his body increased with each movement of his head. Finally giving up he sighed heavily, dropped his head back down on the hard surface and closed his eyes. The dark shadows of his mind closed in on him once again. He no longer felt trapped, he no longer felt ill, he not longer felt any pain. James welcomed the darkness of sleep, a place he wish he could stay forever.