When I finally came back to the world, it was so dark that I had to blink my eyes several times before I could finally believe that I was still alive. I sat up slowly, grabbing my pounding head, trying to hold the pieces of my skull together. It was an encouraging moment when I felt the pain begin to ebb from my temples.
I looked around for a moment before the memory of what happened hit me again.
“Oh my god!” I cried and jumped up.
My hast halted with me gripping the counter desperately before I ended up back on the floor again. My head felt like it was going to burst open, and with its pain having taken precedence, I had forgotten about the cut in my foot. But it let itself be known again real fast.
“Son of a bitch!” I panted, holding myself upright, but just barely.