The pain was tremendous. The wound in his back was bleeding terribly; he could feel the life draining from him as he washed ashore. Tortok attempted to fight the darkness, but it swept over him before he had a chance.
When Tortok woke, he couldn’t move. The pain in his back still was coursing through his body. He tried to focus his mind, but the pain was too intense. He caught a glimpse of Walter walking back to him before he passed out of consciousness.
Dreams came this time. Dreams of the trials, of falling, of strange planets he had no memories of. His logical mind kicked in, he was being medicated. He focused his mind and tried to wake, the pain peeked through the curtain medication, but he controlled it. He opened his eyes, they had moved. Walter was still with him, and he had a crude bandage on him.
There were voices, familiar yet far away. The pain increased as the medication faded away, he struggled to keep his mind focused. He looked at Walter and spoke as loud as he could, which was barely a whisper. “Where are we?”
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