"Get up."
The pain in my gut hurt. And the fetal position I was in didn't seem to help much. The gravel of the ground seemed to go through both my shirts and dig into my skin. All the cuts and bruises I had received from the battle stung like needles, but nothing was worse than the gut wound. I was coughing from it, and I could feel small amounts of blood flowing out of my mouth with each desperate gasp for air.
"I said get up."
Slowly, I opened my shamrock green eyes. Well, one of them was shamrock green. The other used to match, but thanks to an incident it has a green film over it and They were swimming with pain tears, witch flowed dow