Everything is a fog. It sounds as though a waterfall is filling his ears, making every noise sound distant regardless of proximity. Faintly, he can just make out shouting and someone crying, though when he opens his eyes, all he can see is the ceiling above him, which is spinning.

The pain is agonizing, a groan forcing its way up Theo’s throat. One thing is certain: if someone doesn’t act, he will not make it out of this alive.