Everything hurts.
The pain is akin to having been skinned alive, then ripped to shreds, pieced back and only being held together by some used tape. Every nerve, pore and bodily organ burned. There’s still a slight yet continuous headache that’s pounding through my skull. I felt nauseous too and staggeringly imbalanced inside.
Through it all… there was one thing that distracted me: the smell of winter, cool and musk. It was the scent of everything I liked in the world in one.
It soothed me, reassured me.
I got addicted to it enough that for a few moments, I forgot the pain.
When I finally wake and open my eyes, I’m immediately blinded by white lights and assaulted by the smell of disinfectant. That only meant one thing. I was brought to the infirmary where my grandfather and mother
