Alex bolted awake in a frenzy. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his eyes bloodshot. He clutched his temples in a daze, enduring a painful headache while exerting strength on his palm to maintain his position. His muscles ached, resulting in him losing the power to maintain the position, falling and landing on his face.
Alex flopped as if he were a fish, trying to endure the excruciating pain that assaulted his body continually. Veins bulged from his body, as he tightened the muscles near his core. His arms widened as he involuntarily flexed his muscles, an expression of pure agony plastered over his face.
"Is he all right?" A childish voice resounded through a dark space, ending the deadly silence. The voice belonged to a boy named Maxwell Thompson, concern laced with his tone.