This is OG

He lay lifeless. The smell of blood stinging his nose. His breathing was raged and harsh and his throat stung. His left eye had turned a dark purple and had grown in size. His fingers twitched beside him. Breathing was painful. Every breathe welcomed death. The cold ground burned his scarred skin. The single source of light flickered. His brain was blurry. He could remember most things. Like when he came here, the torture and his name. He'd never had a nightmare.

He didn't know how long he'd be able to hold on to his life. He didn't want to. He wanted to let go and slip into darkness but he still felt hope that he'd be saved. He knew the likelihood was near nothing but he continued to feel it. He wanted to cry though he had no tears left. He couldn't cry. He was too tired and too dehydrated. His heart was giving in and he was scared that his life would end soon.

His only remaining vision blurred and he finally succumbed to the darkness.

***

He felt a comfortable surface underneath him, a steady beating beside him, warmness cocooning him. He opened his eyes and looked around. He realised he was in a hospital room. Fluorescent lights lined the ceiling. He turned his head to the right and saw he was hooked up to monitors. The door soon swung open and nurses rushed in and to his side.

"How do you feel?" One asks.

He was too overwhelmed. He hadn't seen so many people in months. He didn't reply. Another nurse was checking his vitals and making sure everything was hooked in.

"What's your name?" Another nurse asks from his other side.

He hadn't noticed her from his left. He closed his black eyes only to realise he couldn't see anything.

"What... What happened?" He asked croakily.

"A longsword master brought you here. He's been checking up on you every week," the nurse on the left said.

"What is your name?" The other asked.

"Liam Garcia," he replied.

"Good. You remember."

They released Liam from the heart monitor and turned it off.

"How long have I been here?" He asked.

"One month."

"Oh. That's long," he replied. "What happened to me?"

"You have a punctured lung, you're blind in your left eye, a broken leg and multiple deep cuts. Your cuts have healed over luckily. You surprisingly have no brain damage either."

"if you need anything, press this button," one nurse said before they all left.

Liam was left alone. Alone to his thoughts, his questions, his statements.

He didn't like being alone. It brought a sense of loneliness and danger to him. The thoughts of being left alone, abandoned, aching, was something he was too familiar with. He sighed and looked towards the doorway. Nobody was going to come for him. Once that guy found out he was awake, he'd leave him. It terrified him. He'd have no one at that point. No one to confide in. It tortured him.