Ok. What hurts?
Everything.
Be specific. Where are you? Who are you? I know those answers.
Arms? Ugh - don't move that one. Legs? Toes? Ouch. Wiggle goddammit... Good. My breathing is laboured. Impossible to take more than a shallow breath. Slowly. Control it.
"I'm ok" I call, to answer more cries and pleas for a response.
Grass is in my eyes. Bugs are chewing at my face. I smell exhaust. Someone is leaned over me, crying. I hear sirens in the distance... The BigGuy begs me not to move.
I open my eyes. The grass on my face slowly turns into blankets.
The sirens fade to the faint music of the television. The trees turn into almond coloured walls.
My breathing slows as my dreams fade into reality and I wake up.