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I gradually and agonizingly regained a glimmer of consciousness. Though, the only sensation I had, was burning all over my body. The kind of agony you'd experience if you were burned by a lump of hot coal, or if you were repeatedly stabbed by a knife that had been held over a fire for hours. My entire body tingled, and I immediately feel immense pressure on my head, as if it were being crushed between two large boulders without break, as though it was just about to split, yet it was never reaching the breaking point. My throat was numb and sore, and all of my muscles were aching in a dull agony that tore through my body and consumed my mind, that watched with annoyance of my own actions.
Every time I inhaled, my chest wept in suffering, and my diaphragm felt like it had been shattered into thin fragments, left to stain the ground like glass. My lungs burned like they never had before. I always got a small sharp pain at random times throughout the week, but the pain, this time, seemed to linger and add to the astounding pain my body was experiencing as the tips of my fingers tingled with a dull numbness, like they were held over a flame for too long.
I groaned faintly in pain as I tense my body subconsciously, only for additional anguish to surge through my form, causing me to sharply inhale.My discomfort worsened. I scrunched up my brows and clenched my teeth while the pain soared through me at an unbearable rate. My back arched in pain while my fingers grasped the soft bed sheets- wait. Bedsheets?
I began to unconsciously pant as the ache reawakened in my arms and legs, beads of sweat rolling down the side of my face, even as my mind fogged over, unable to think for itself properly due to the obscuring agony that tore through me, as though it was a blade tearing through a thin piece of soft fabric. Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks, only landing and being soaked in by the fabric of the pillow beneath my head.
And through all this, my senses were heightened due to the ebony blackness that surrounded my vision, exacerbating the discomfort. The darkness made me restless and anxious. I couldn't even re-open my eyes due to them being almost stuck together, even as teardrops continued to fall.
The tears mingled with the sweat that formed over my skin and onto the futon below me, only adding more panic to my trembling body. A deafening ring added to my discomfort and ran through my ears, staining my mind, and only allowing less thoughts to form.
Darkness typically relaxes me and allows me to escape from this harsh reality, therefore I usually welcome it. It would usually cover me in a soft blanket, free from worry and shame, but right now, all I want to care about is getting away from it. It blurred my vision, made me afraid, made me feel as if there was no hope in the world. Anxiety clouded what was left of my consciousness as more tears and sweat rolled down my face.
My body tensed once again as my mind became started by the sudden touch of a human hand. It moved to caress my hand, holding it gently and rubbing small circles on my knuckles. It felt comforting in all the confusion I faced in the moment. I slowly relaxed into the compassionate and gentle touch, that was now added to by another hand, that gently began stroking my head, sooner or later, moving to cup my face and wipe my tears with their thumb.
