Jack’s POV
Pain was the first thing I felt.
It wasn’t just a little ache. No, it was a sharp, burning pain that stabbed through my ribs like a hot knife. It spread fast, pulsing through my skull, making my head throb with every heartbeat. My whole body felt wrecked, like someone had ripped me apart and barely bothered to put me back together. Every muscle screamed. Every bone ached. I couldn’t tell where the hurt started or stopped—it was just everywhere.
I tried to breathe, sucking in a shaky gulp of air. Big mistake. A jolt of agony shot through my side, so bad I almost cried out. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy and slow, like they didn’t want to move. The world spun around me, tilting and swaying like I was on some awful carnival ride. My vision was blurry—nothing but smears of ligh
