Blake's POV
Ohhh, what the hell... I feel like s**t. I start my regular checkup on myself. I wiggle my fingers slowly, then toes. Ten fingers. That's good. Ten toes. Good. I roll my left ankle around. It pops some but doesn't hurt. That's good. I roll my right ankle around; it does the same thing. Good. Next, I move my left wrist. That's ok. I start moving my right wrist, but it hurts, and something keeps it from moving. I open my eyes to check it, but the room is so bright I shut my eyes again. I try to move my wrist again, but someone grabs my left hand, making me quickly look in the direction and open my eyes to see what's going on.
"Blake! Stop!" A blurry image of a man says. I pull away from the person as far as I can while blinking, trying to get my vision to focus. After a second,
