The-world-of-Jak

Jak felt like he'd just been dropped, his heart slamming against his chest, lungs sucking in every hard breath. Bright lights flashed in his eyes, a loud ringing assaulting his ears. His screams tore through his throat like barbed wire, his teeth gnashing and clacking together ferociously. He could feel every pulse of blood in his veins like liquid fire, burning in his arms and legs and up his neck, every breath fueling the flames. Every moment was pure agony. And then it was gone. Jak was on his back. Laying on a simple, musty mattress in a cool, dark room, a thick duvet tangled around him. There was no pain, no lights, no noise besides his quickened breaths. Slowly. Carefully. He sat up, the warmth of the blanket falling into his lap. He was still dressed, but his armor and gloves had been removed. Had he really passed out that hard? Jak untangled his legs and pulled back the blanket, already missing that enveloping warmth. He eased his legs over the edge and touched his feet to