Bending his arms was sharp and painful. Keeping them unbent made them throb and stiffen. There was no happy medium at all, though Martin tried, sluggishly, shifting in the place he'd fallen for some semblance of comfort. At least enough to let him sleep. Thick in his ears were no sounds of his own, but they ought to have been, for how close it was.

His eye rolled and found the shape outlined from the rest of the blacks and grays in the alley. He stared, not understanding, feeling very far away from it all. His jaw clenched and unclenched, causing teeth unevenly grown to scrape against each other. Open or closed, didn't matter, still hurt.

What now...?