Pain...
That was what he felt. He was no stranger to it, he had been through many battles in his young career, but not even the pain of WarGames could have prepared him for pain like this.
It was a constant visceral burn that refused to go away and had it not been for the medical staff that guided him from the ring to the examination room, he probably wouldn't have made it on his own.
He swore loudly as the medics tried rinsing his eyes and then shining a light into them. He swung widely, clipping one of them in the head. The result of that ended him being strapped to the table
It wasn't just the pain that bothered him, it was anger that Apex had lost and not only had they lost, but it was because of HIM that they had lost and the realization of that made him sick to his stomach and wondering if he ever got his sight back, if he could look his compatriots in the eyes ever again.
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