Frostbound

Chris

My body was still racked with pain and every breath made it flare up. I was unsure of the specifics, but it felt like every bone in my ribcage was broken and stabbed into me every time I inhaled. Even the floating one.

Not to be outdone, it felt like my right arm was on fire even though there wasn't even an arm to get feeling from!

Other than the pain, waking up to find an arm missing was a surprise to say the least. While not totally unexpected of an injury to receive, it was still jarring to try and reach for something only to realize my arm was missing. It was the closest body part to the explosion after all.

It being my dominant arm only made it worse.

"Ughh," I groaned.

I felt even worse than after I woke up all because I had to go throw my weight around.

Immediately after walking out there, I came back and flopped onto my bed of furs ungracefully. Sitting hurt worse than standing and only when I laid flat on my back was the pain the easiest to deal with.

It never went away, but it at least let me function.

There were so many thoughts running around in my skull that I wasn't sure which to focus on first. I hadn't exactly had the time to process everything after waking up from what I thought was my death.

Finding out I wasn't dead made everything all the more confusing. When I swung at the portal, I thought for sure it would be my last.

Thankfully, everyone crowding my tent left me alone to gather myself when I asked for some space. They were all staring at me like I was some messiah and I needed a few minutes to get my thoughts in order.