It hurt. Everything hurt. The stone pillar on top of you had practically broken your ribs and restrained your breathing. Adrenaline that had once flowed through your veins was now vanishing, making the pain worse. You could hear the footsteps of someone, they attempted and surprisingly succeeded in getting the pillar off of you. Something stitched your wounds, like they were never there to begin with. The man came into your line of sight and asked you questions.

“Can you see me?”