Wheeling Gull Isle and truth be told, i never was yours

his second awakening is not quite as rude — but almost. after a moment, the prodding brings him back to consciousness with a start. immediately he starts to cough and heave again, expelling the last of the saltwater from his lungs. and then he realizes he can feel everything again; the ache in his head, the sharp pain in his ribs, the painfully odd angle of the leg he'd broken before. in short, he's fucked up; more than he's ever been. worse, he isn't dead.
that'd been his intention.
who — another coughing fit interrupts him as he looks up, attempting to see whoever or whatever was prodding him. but the pain in his head worsens when he tries to focus, and with his lungs burning, it's just too much to bear. so he trains his gaze on the ground and tries to focus on breathing; anything else would hurt too much.