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The darkness was indistinguishable from the shadows in his own mind.

Elias eyes slowly opened, however no light flooded in. The only thing he could clearly sense was the pain. The immense, scalding [i]pain.[/i]

The hunter let out a soft moan and shifted slightly, trying to move his arms. The skin across his torso reacted immediately, screaming in protest as agony shot through him. What was a soft, quiet moan erupted into a sharp inhalation as Elias struggled to cope with the pain.

Steeling himself, the Grimm forced himself into a sitting position, letting out a silent scream. Now in a sitting position, Elias was able to discern his surroundings with much greater ease. The sunset- sunrise?- was just now beginning to illuminate the sky outside the window with hints of indigo and violet. Elias slowly looked around, becoming aware that he was in a special room.

He had not previously encountered this space before; it was similar to his quarters, however where a dresser normally would have gone instead existed a cabinet filled with various medical supplies and healing salves.

His mind was slow and sluggish, taking a great amount of time to fully process and come to terms with his current situation. By the time he had identified that he was in some sort of surgical room in the Grimm's estate, the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, illuminating the room with slanting rays of golden red sunlight.

The new illumination reflected off of his skin, revealing a glistening look. Elias frowned and gently touched his bare chest, wincing slightly at the pain as he did. A clear salve had been lathered over his entire body, most likely for the seemingly hundreds of bee stings he had received.

The events in the forest were a messy blur to him, filled only with violence, brutality, and bloodlust. Elias growled softly and gently slid off of the bunk he had been resting on. Friction burns and bark scrapes covered the majority of his arms and legs, clearly indicating where the Spriggans' magic had restrained him.

The hunter's muscles screamed in protest as he stood, leaning against the wall for support as waves of nausea and dizziness overcame him. Slowly making his way around the outskirts of the room, Elias managed to make his way to the door. Before he opened it, he grabbed a pair of breeches off of a nearby table and slid them onto his bare form, gasping in pain as the soft cloth slid over his butchered skin.

The fact that he was immodestly dressed was of little concern to Elias as he pushed open the door and stepped into the hall, still leaning heavily on the wall for support. The man slowly made his way down the corridor, his voice making weak, hoarse noises each time his body bumped into a new surface.

After what seemed like hours, Elias made his way into the nearest sitting area and gently draped himself across the arm of a couch, far too exhausted to exclaim about the pain that flared through his side as his skin touched the bare leather.

Once he had sufficiently stabilized himself upon the furniture, Elias gasped in relief and lay there silently, wishing for sleep to over take his half-clothed form.