Before he'd managed to catch his breath, he felt an explosion of pain as something hit him. The world fell out from under him and he toppled to the ground. Head spinning, he was dimly aware of movement around him. His vision was blurry, but he tried to gather his wits. Something was... touching him. Or someone. He couldn't tell. Weakly, he tried to stand, to move away... but found he was quite unable. For a time, he simply lost track of everything. He was only dimly aware of movement. Lots of movement. And pain. Again, lots of it. As though out of habit, he found himself trying to keep track of his whereabouts, calculating his chances of escape. He tried in vain to gather his wits enough to analyze the people around him. All of these things he tried to ascertain, but his muddled head couldn't handle it. Each thought slid out of his reach before he could grasp it. His world was only blackness.<br/><br/>His last hazy thought before blackness descended on him completely was that the pain was melting away. This probably meant he was dying, but he couldn't even manage to be afraid. The darkness descending on him was too warm an inviting.<br/><br/>He welcomed it.