The world was soft and blurred. There was pain, but it wasn’t screaming pain. It was, somehow, a comfortable pain, as if it was supposed to be there and it was good and right that it was. It was pain, though and it tugged at his consciousness, dragging him slowly back from the warmth and fuzziness into which he had sunk, towards the much brighter and clearer world, outside. Not that he didn’t want to, because there was something good out there; something that he wanted, that he…
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