Punch after punch.
Kick after kick.
Strike after strike.
Each blow left a hateful bruise upon the fifteen-year-old boy’s fragile, lifeless body. The aggressors, all four of them, took heed in beating, to be frank, the absolute crap out of their victim.
The pain was endless; agony rushed through the boy’s body like a river through terrain. The only relief he received was the darkness that overtook his body when he thankfully dove into unconsciousness.
*****
Logan’s point of view
*****
I woke up, head spinning, my body feeling like a train chose to slowly flatten me, reverse, crush me again, reverse, then compress me one last time.
Well, that’s probably understating it.
My eyes fluttered open, and bright, white light pushed to it, making me squint. After a while, my eyes focused, and I saw that I was in a dull, neat hospital room, that was void of any furniture. The only reason I deduced that I was in a hospital was because of the medical equipment next to me, checking my heart, among other things.
I didn’t know why I was here, how I got here, or even when I got here! The last thing I remembered was walking home from school, and then – nothing.
I tried to get up, but found myself immobilized; not exactly paralyzed, but the pain overrode any attempt to get up. I called out, “Hey!” then realized how stupid that sounded. I should’ve thought of something more effective in getting attention.
The door soon opened, so I guess it worked well enough.
"Hey," the doctor walked in, a deep, resonant voice booming from his vocal chords. He was hella sexy.
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