Chapter 32Gregg woke up with a splitting headache, he only managed to squint his eyes enough to see the light flooding in from the window. The left side of his ribs hurt like hell, almost like someone was pouring a burning coal into a freshly opened wound. He tried to sit up, but he realized to his dismay that he could barely move his hands. His mind was active, but he was weak, too weak. And this brought panic, so much panic that he tried to speak, maybe to yell. The first words that came out of his mouth was Earl's name, even in the subconsciousness of his mind. But the words did not get out, his lips moved but that movement brought him more pain. His throat felt like it was going to crack open, he was thirsty, more so than he had ever been. Gregg grimaced at all the discomfort he was feeling at once, his memory was blurry, very detached. But he tried to piece them together, Lambert, the fall, the fight. And then the painful memory of that sword tearing through his flesh and scra
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