Shipwrecked
It was pitch black.
Arthur's body felt as heavy as lead, submerged in an unseen ocean.
He didn't know where he was, what had happened, and for a moment, even who he was.
His confusion was profound, his mind tangled, as though something had scrambled his thoughts.
Eventually, his senses returned to normal and his disoriented mind slowly aligned itself, allowing him to barely pry his eyes open.
The instant he tried to push himself up, pain shot through his body like a bolt of lightning.
The source was obvious.
A jagged piece of shrapnel, twisted metal, was embedded deep in his left calf, deep enough to stick out the other end.
Without hesitation, he grabbed it and yanked it free, causing silver blood to spurt. He then held his hand over the wound.
|¬Rewind. ¬|
Cosmic energy gathered and his leg was rewound to a time before the injury existed.