He didn’t see it coming– no one did, not until seconds before it happened–
When it hit he didn’t even realize it. Not immediately. It wouldn’t be until shortly after he came to terms with his senses. And then came the pain.
He sat there in shock and agony but tried not to show it because he didn’t want to seem weak, because that would mean he couldn’t handle it.
And that would be weak.
Terror rushes over him as he tries to grasp hold of reality. The ambiguity of not remembering everything, the sense of loss by not being able to remember, and the fear of remembering and being worsley traumatized–
–They all wash over him. Everything aches. He feels sick.
And worst of all, no one to care.