Diary Drabble: Feel

“How do you feel?”

Jack checked his limbs, cataloguing their movement as he checked for aches and pains, wincing when rolling his neck.

“Your knee looks bad,” Garrison added, drawing Jack’s attention to the stinging, pulsing redness of his knee.

“Did I hit my head?”

“You did.”

“I feel… zombified,” Jack said, clutching tight to Garrison’s fingers as he helped him jup, then gripping on tighter for the headrush that followed. Jack dug his fingers into Garrison’s arms until his dizziness passed,...