Jax

Your eyes open slightly,you can tell it's late afternoon by the sun. Your head is pounding, and you reach a hand up to your forehead. As you pull the hand away you see some blood on it from a wound, you just shrug it off slightly and try to remember what happened. And you realize what happend with a jolt, you look around frantically for Jax. You try to stand up but your aching head stops you. You see him lying close by and you crawl to him. You put your fingers to his neck and feel his pulse, he's alive, just unconscious. Your head is throbbing from the pain, and you slowly let yourself lay down fully, trying to rest, and wait until he wakes up.