The Ballad of adewew Part Four

Blood throbbing in his head njmhu struggled to raise his head above his arms. As soon as his head raised above the sand bright beads of pain shot down his spine and darting through his limbs before rebounding and jarring his head back into the wet sand. Wet sand caked his body in a thin, gritty layer and, running his hand along his side, seemed to have sunk into each of the serrated gashes that covered his abdomen. The flesh was tender to his touch and he shied away from his own probing fingers.

It was several minutes before bnjkh felt well enough to move again. He raised his head once more out of the sand and paused, resting it on his elbow. Wet sand fell away from his cheek in clumps while a fine trickle ran from inside his ear. After a short respite mnjb pushed himself up into a sitting position. The movement must have reopened some of his wounds and they bled freely. Reaching down he touched one of the wounds and examined the scab that had been torn away by his movement. No wonder there had been so little blood. How long had he been here? The thought was pushed from his mind by the various blasts of pain leaping from his chest. Several minutes sitting completely still, his face screwed up in a mask of agony was all vhbujk could afford. He didn't know where he was or how long he had been there. It was time to move. The final push to his feet was the worst yet. Nausea flooded his brain and his eyes swam as lights danced over his vision.

Leaning forward nhb retched into the reeds, his hands on his knees as his back shuddered with each heave of bile. Eventually this too stopped and he was able to stand up, and take a look at his surroundings. The horizon was much as it had been before in the boat, with no discernible markings or anything to tell him where he was. His body was in constant pain and he looked down to take stock. He was naked, as he had been in the boat, but his genitals had been spared the ferocity of the crocodiles attack. His legs were scratched and laced with thin cuts that divided them each into a checker board of red and white. His stomach was in terrible condition. Deep gashes marked each of the teeths penetration, but they had all scabbed over. The bone underneath caused hnjmul to shriek in pain on contact and, thinking back to the crocodiles initial entrance, was probably broken. A little probing revealed several tender sites and probably numerous broken ribs. jmnuk's two arms were each relatively unharmed besides the traditional cuts and scrapes that covered his entire person. His palm's had a few deeper cuts, probably from gripping at saw grass in his attempt to escape the crocodile's clutches. These two had scabbed over. This was the extent of visible body, the rest was guesswork. bhn's head hurt badly and there was a slice in his forehead, but it was caked over with solidified blood and sand.

It was time to move.

What happens next is up to you...

Part one:http://at-of-a-wm.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew.html
Part two:http://reinforcenegativeaspects.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-two.html
Part three:http://cashthisshit.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-three.html