The True Value
His vision became blurry the more kicks he felt stomping on him; it had been a long time since he had felt this humiliated, although, with blunt force trauma on his brain, he couldn't really think about it properly either.
However, through his blur vision, he could see the Instructor stopping George, seeing that he was not able to fight back on the floor with a face like that.
"No… wait…" He tried calling the Instructor, he didn't want to lose, not like this, but his voice couldnt be heard as his throat had also been damaged from the kicks. And with all the blood that he lost, he didn't have much energy to use.
The blurry vision turned darker and darker. Before being pitch black, "Peyton, Peyton!" The Instructor shouted as he shook his body.
And he opened his eyes slowly, all swollen and painful. And with his adrenaline running out, the pain kicked in more, causing even the slightest movement on his end to be much more painful.