64 Despair (3)

Adrian's bloodshot eyes slowly opened. He finally gained consciousness, but that was the end of good news for him. From what little vision he had left from his puffy eyes, all he saw was blood.

Slowly, Adrian began assessing his situation, and it wasn't bad... it was horrendous. He couldn't feel either of his hands, his head hurt like he was caught between two wrecking balls, and there were countless other wounds on his body that he couldn't bother about. 

'Why isn't any... wound healing...'

Adrian wondered what the troll blood in him was doing and got his answer when he looked down. He was pinned to a tree by a sword that had pierced through his heart. It seemed the entire attention of his troll blood was on healing the heart, but it was a losing situation.