Fox's Glade fix me or conflict me, i'll take anything

the pain washes over him within seconds, and his vision blurs and starts to fade to black. he doesn't register alamar's presence at first. 'eat these' registers after a few moments, as if from a distance. the blackness fades, fuzzy around the edges, and he gasps as if suffocating. alamar? he struggles to sit up, breaths heavy and wheezing. i - oh god, is it broken? it feels broken. oh my god. he tries to move his leg, but it only twitches, and the action draws a brief, involuntary shriek from him, breathy and quiet. fuck.