When Geralt regained some consciousness, he saw his chest and abdomen covered in fresh blood, his nose almost clogged by blood clots making him unable to breathe, and his ears muffled by similar blockages.
This was a good sign, at least indicating that he wouldn't bleed to death through his nose, mouth, or ears due to a head injury.
He looked at his leg, one of which bent at a strange angle and appeared much shorter than the other... No, not 'appeared,' he had half a foot already turned into a mess of flesh, dangling on the bone.
Yet he felt no pain, as if this body belonged to someone else, and he was just a dizzy observer.
The entire body, cold, numb, and strange, made him feel like vomiting.
"You're awake? Good."
Lann's voice came from behind him, and only now did he realize he seemed to be getting dragged.
This young yet very capable friend made Geralt's heart a bit more at ease.
