Before:

     Trevor came to, or at least he thought he came to.

     His consciousness drifted in a sea of everything and nothing and thoughts and giggles and dreams.

     The air felt warm and heavy.

     He definitely wasn't outside anymore.

     He opened his eyes and...okay.

     Reality swirled around him like soup being stirred.

     This really should be making me sick to my stomach, he thought.

     Only problem was, if he had to puke, it would have to be a dry heave.

     He had nothing in his gut.

     Where the fuck was he? He felt weak. He went to move and...

     Yeow!

     The pain from his right leg made his whole body spasm.

     Yeow! Fuck!

     How long had he been out?

     He went to move again, and his world became a flurry of rushing shadows.

     He felt pinpricks on his neck, his forehead, his arm. 

     What the...

     Whatever.

     Out he went.

CONTINUE