His withdrawn consciousness was brought back to his body by the throbbing pain in the back of his head, and he struggled to touch the injured area. My hands, no, my whole body couldn't move. He wanted to open his eyes to see, but his eyelids were too heavy to lift at all.
Where am I, where is this.
Fear suddenly seized his entire body, and he breathed hard unconsciously. No, he couldn't breathe, and his chest felt like he was being suffocated by a heavy object. He couldn't hear any sound, only the hoarseness in his throat as he gasped.
His fingers grasped something unconsciously, so hard that they convulsed, and the air became thinner and thinner. Finally, his chest seemed to make the last rise and fall with all his strength, and his fingers twitched and loosened.
I'm dying.
His scattered consciousness finally heard a hollow and distant voice, and he "saw" a pair of eyes staring at him...
Intention: to do good