76. (DANE POV)

(DANE POV)

The pain in my face was excruciating, like hot needles stabbing into my eye socket and temple. Every movement sent white-hot waves of agony through my head, and it took all my willpower not to let it show.

I had to be strong for the others. Seeing the worry and fear in their eyes, I knew I couldn't let them see how much I was truly suffering.

They needed reassurance, a rock to hold onto in this storm of terror and pain.

Each breath felt like it was tearing through my chest, and my groin throbbed with a deep, aching wound that still bled internally. My vision blurred, and I had to fight to stay conscious for Jo, Deirk, and Percy.

But the consequence of everything...the torture, the trauma, the responsibility...was crushing me.

I couldn't let go, not yet, not while they still needed me.

Finally, the exhaustion took over, and I let myself slip into unconsciousness. The pain was overwhelming, but knowing Jo was still safe in my arms and seeing Deirk's vigilant perch,