Struggling to Live.
Cameron slowly came to. His head still pounded, but not like it had before he fainted.
He pushed the rubble off of him, and unwrapped from his blanket slowly standing up. Dust rose from the movement, and he couldn't open his eyes. It felt like someone had stapled them shut. - both as in pain, and how he couldn't open them.
He stumbled through what was left of his bedroom. He gently touched his eyelids. They were definitely swollen, almost the size of a golf ball. He couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried, it was too painful.
'Probably from the light,' Cameron thought. He hoped that it wouldn't be permanent, but the chances were high.
He located his bed, and pushed large pieces of the roof and walls off of it, and he plopped down on the bed. The dust irritated his nose, but he didn't care. He fell asleep.
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Cameron didn't know how long he'd slept the first night, but the second time he'd slept felt much longer.
He could barely open his eyes. It didn't matter, he couldn't hardly tell a shape from a shadow. It was so blurry and painful, he'd just kept them closed.
His ears rang. Loud. He knew if they kept ringing like the way they were, he'd get another headache and probably fall asleep again.
He sat up. Groggy and dirty. Tired and hungry and in pain.
He stumbled his way into the kitchen, where he kept his meds. Unfortunately, most of the kitchen was destroyed. He had to blindly search through rubble for the pain relief. He wondered if it was worth it or if he should just give up and sleep.
He searched for nearly half an hour before he finally found the two remaining pills left.
Cameron struggled to swallow the pills. His throat and mouth was dry, and when he opened his mouth, his lips cracked and bled.
He pushed the rubble off of him, and unwrapped from his blanket slowly standing up. Dust rose from the movement, and he couldn't open his eyes. It felt like someone had stapled them shut. - both as in pain, and how he couldn't open them.
He stumbled through what was left of his bedroom. He gently touched his eyelids. They were definitely swollen, almost the size of a golf ball. He couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried, it was too painful.
'Probably from the light,' Cameron thought. He hoped that it wouldn't be permanent, but the chances were high.
He located his bed, and pushed large pieces of the roof and walls off of it, and he plopped down on the bed. The dust irritated his nose, but he didn't care. He fell asleep.
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Cameron didn't know how long he'd slept the first night, but the second time he'd slept felt much longer.
He could barely open his eyes. It didn't matter, he couldn't hardly tell a shape from a shadow. It was so blurry and painful, he'd just kept them closed.
His ears rang. Loud. He knew if they kept ringing like the way they were, he'd get another headache and probably fall asleep again.
He sat up. Groggy and dirty. Tired and hungry and in pain.
He stumbled his way into the kitchen, where he kept his meds. Unfortunately, most of the kitchen was destroyed. He had to blindly search through rubble for the pain relief. He wondered if it was worth it or if he should just give up and sleep.
He searched for nearly half an hour before he finally found the two remaining pills left.
Cameron struggled to swallow the pills. His throat and mouth was dry, and when he opened his mouth, his lips cracked and bled.