Adrenaline was one hell of a drug.

Making it so that the spirit lives on past internal bleeding and the 2’’ diameter wound in his rib.

Noel Gruber would know that especially after the 3rd vicious seizure pulling him awake only for him to pass out from the sheer pain that squeezed past metal pins holding his shattered bones in.

He was not grateful to wake up that 4th time, alone, and with IV and morphine lines pumping through his veins that muffled the urge to scream.