Randy awoke, practically hacking up a lung. The world was spinning around him. He ached in every part of his body that wasn't paralyzed, and felt like he ached everywhere else too. He tried to open his eyes but they seemed to be caked shut, likely with blood he assumed.<br/><br/><em>Man I hit the ground hard. I probably look like shit</em>he thought to himself as he peeled his face away from the pavement slowly, painfully. He assessed the damage quickly and decided his left eye was probably badly swollen and his cheek on the same side might be torn to some degree. He was certain he had cuts and bruises on his exposed arms, especially the elbows, and shuddered to think of the shape his legs might be in, what with the lack of feeling in most of his lower half.<br/><br/>He tugged with considerable effort until his cheek came off the ground, probably having gotten stuck with blood as well. He knew it must have taken a while for the blood to have dried that hard, but it was still dark so he calculated he might have been out for up to 7 hours.<br/><br/><em>At least I woke up at all. That's a start.</em><br/><br/>He forced a deep breath into his sore lungs as he pressed the ground with all his might, powering himself up into a sitting position. He was seriously dizzy, and worried about internal bleeding judging by the excruciating level of pain he was experiencing in his head and torso.<br/><br/><em>It's okay. You've been worse of before. Maybe,</em>he reminded himself of the mangled car wreck he'd been pulled from at the age of 16. The paramedics had thought he was a goner back then, and this time he could at least feel his arms when he came to. That had to count for something.<br/><br/>He looked around but could see even less than before---before what? What had happened? His memory was hazy at best. How did he end up on the ground in such agony?<br/><br/>Something shiny gleamed in the moonlight several feet away. His wheelchair, tipped on it's side. He willed his aching joints to pull himself along the harsh surface of the parking lot toward it, then gradually managed to turn it back upright, a task that would normally have taken a split second, one handed. After steadying his labored breathing he eased himself off the ground carefully with his stiff arms and finally landed himself back in his seat. He tried to roll forward but ended up going sideways. Was that due to damage suffered by one of the wheels? Or the fact that his head was vibrating like a jackhammer? Probably a bit of both. He paused for some time, attempting to gather his bearings, and finally chose a random direction and went that way, hoping to find assistance eventually.<br/>