Cane's POV 

Everything hurt.

Not in a way I could control or ignore, but in a way that felt like something inside me was breaking apart and forcing itself into something else at the same time.

My breathing was uneven, heavy, and I could hear it too clearly in my own ears, like every inhale scraped through my chest and every exhale came out rough and unstable.

I tried to move, but my body didn’t respond the way it should.

It felt wrong.

My muscles kept tightening on their own, pulling and locking in ways that made it hard to stay still, and every time I tried to steady myself,...