Arad scratched his head. The pain jolted his body from head to toes, making his eyes tearful and his stomach twist. He could remember what happened yesterday. He was cutting one large tree, but instead of just falling away from him, for some reason, its bottom part shot toward him and smacked him in the gut.
"The trunk hit you hard, and you were thrown at a tree, hitting the back of your head really hard." Merlin looked at him with a sad face. "How is your vision? Can you see me?" She lifted three fingers. "How much are those?"
"Three… but it's all blurry," Arad growled and grabbed the water cup at the side of his bed. He could feel the cold water clearing his throat as it flowed down; it felt like it had washed his organs clean.
"Merlin… you're…" The pain jolted him once more, and he growled, holding his head in his hands. He could remember Merlin's name… the fact that he was cutting wood yesterday… some snippet from the past… but not a single thing else.
