*Jonathan’s POV*

Everything hurts. My fingers have a pulse of their own, beating and throbbing with every thrum of my heart. There is a thrum in my head where my headache has decided to, for the time being, ease up and give me some peace.

Breathing, on the other hand, is another matter entirely. Every breath feels like I am trying to lift sand bags off of my chest. I want to take a deep breath. I want to stretch, but mostly I want to stretch without experiencing pain. ...