Otter Creek Bat your eyes girl, be otherworldly

Taste was first. Blood and dirt and tree bark; they all mixed in his mouth and made him nauseous. And when did his head start pounding? And, wow, his leg was throbbing. And, there was a strange scraping motion against his face, and it traveled down his shoulder and then all the way down to his throbbing appendage; every scraping movement sent a jolt of pain up from whatever wound was on his leg, and--his eyes shot open. The world was still fuzzy, but he realized now that someone was dragging him. East panicked at first, his mind still a little scrambled, and he started to struggle and attempt to get out of the stranger's hold. What's going on? he slurred, unkowingly slipping into the language he hadn't spoken since leaving Drageda. Let me go, he demanded next. He tried to wriggle free from the hold, but he was weak and his head was pounding. Suddenly, he was hit by an even stronger wave of nausea, causing him to abort his struggle and empty his stomach contents on the ground. This day really couldn't get any worse.