Chapter 25 (part 5)

In Horaz’s burdened groggy confusion, he could only muster the energy to stand, even though he saw how ruined his torso was from being opened. There is no telling him what to feel or do because by default he cannot understand that he should be dead by now instead of looking like a fish and floundering for air above ground. Miraculous as he felt when he woke up despite the pinching feeling from his feet to his neck, the reality of his skin peeled back to reveal his internal self comes as a slow descent of “what’s going on” to a silent scream.

Eyes bulging in seconds with a slurring mouth that fell open, Horaz clasped the metal table underneath his tilted body that follows the flow of his footing on a stopper at the end. His feet laid solid on the stopper, but straps held his legs firm over the table that’s why he could only push his arms forward. Doing so broke a part of his skin but it only tore apart due to the clamp and metal nail. It stuck loo