Gemotions

The seconds ticked by like centuries. He barely registered Sarah’s constant chatter as anything more than a dull noise. He was acutely aware of every ache in his body. His head throbbed, and his shoulders slumped. He felt a strange detachment, as if watching himself from a distance. "Is anyone even trying to get us out?" he finally mumbled, the words slurred.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He stared at the floor, his vision blurring. All he wanted was for this to be over. He wished he could just be transported back to his bed, wrapped in his blanket.

He felt the metallic scent of blood from the cut he had received earlier. He didn't want to think about anything. He just wanted to rest.