"Ouch..."
The word barely escaped Blake's mouth before another sharp pain shot through his side.
He groaned.
As always, Spoon couldn't be bothered to teleport him somewhere convenient.
His bed waspparently too much effort.
Instead, he had been dumped unceremoniously onto the cold kitchen floor.
Blake sighed, planting both hands on the tiles before slowly pushing himself upright.
At first, everything seemed... manageable.
His breathing was shallow, but steady, his head wasn't spinning, his arms and legs still obeyed him.
Basically, compared to the last few times he'd been injured, this honestly wasn't that bad.
Then he tried standing.
"...Ah, no, this is definitely bad."
The moment he straightened his back, an agonizing pain exploded across the right side of his chest.
It felt as though someone had wedged a knife between his ribs and twisted it.
Blake immediately bent over again.
"Holy..."
Even breathing hurt.
