Seth's body laid draped across the counter of the local butchers shop, his back against a half cut slab of meat while one of his legs was held in the air by a string of sausages that had been hung up on display.
He laid there for a few moments, before coughing up a mouthful of blood and letting out a long, whining groan as his bruised lungs tenderly drew in a fresh breath of air, a sensation that tingled his chest with slight spattering of pain. Lovely.
He had almost forgotten what this sensation felt like, after fighting through his puppets for so long, it was a painful reminder of what a true fight was like, And what it felt like to be hit by a bus. Well, he had never actually been hit by a bus before so it was more of a guess than a reminder. But it felt fairly accurate. In fact, the bus would probably be less painful at this point.
