Seventy Eight

Devon

Motherfucker, what the hell happened to me?

My chest was on fire, my head throbbed like I’d repeatedly smacked it into a cement wall, and my mouth was drier than the fucking desert.

If I just went ten rounds with a grizzly, why didn’t I remember?

I tried to take a deep breath, to clear my mind, but that hurt like a sonofabitch too. I shifted, trying to alleviate some of the ache, but even that was too much for me. Instead, I let out a groan that was far too weak to have come from me.

A small weight at my side disappeared, and I mourned...