Smokey's Revenge

Waking Up.

  Pain. Pain and careful arms around him were all he could feel. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't. He couldn't move, and he could barely breathe. Every time he attempted to breathe in, the action was cut short by a sudden violent coughing. He could hear faint, distant voices, although it sounded as though they were coming through a heavy layer of dense cotton. From what he did hear, however, the voices were frenzied. They were scared. This is a weird dream..? he thought to himself, is it the aftermath of what happened with that... Figure?
  He really didn't know what to make of everything happening, so he resolved to try and make the dream-pain go away. It didn't; in fact it really only got stronger, as did the voices. They were getting louder and crisper, easier to make out. Eventually, he realized that he wasn't dreaming. He really was awake, just not fully. Which meant the searing pain in his leg and arm was real. Fantastic.
  Although he longed to know who it was that was so gently and firmly holding onto him, he realized he wouldn't get the chance at that moment as the sounds and feelings slowly began to fade back out into static and white noise.