As soon as he opened his eyes again, Lane was instantly swept by an overwhelming wave of dizziness. He stumbled (why was he even standing? Didn't he just fall to the ground? With his leg badly injured?), tripped on something, although he didn't know what, and fell flat on his face.
And then he threw up. He barely managed to lift himself up enough so that his vomit wouldn't pool around his face, but he still couldn't avoid his hands getting splashed.
Oh well. Disgusting as it was, Lane had more pressing matters on his mind.
His nausea was overwhelming. Even as he spat out all the contents of his stomach, he still couldn't stop retching. It took quite a while before the dizziness started subsiding…
