Judging by the broken appendage and the sticky blood on my forehead I'd managed to get myself hurt and out in the middle of nowhere, likely with a concussion (At least I hoped it was a concussion and nothing more serious), I presumed I'd been in a plane crash but for the life of me I could not figure out why or where I had been flying. The pain of trying to move a broken limb brought me fully to my senses and I took stock of my situation. The second thing I noticed as I tried to get up was that my arm was broken. Well, I knew I was in a lush forest somewhere, so that's a start. As I opened my eyes and squinted around blearily I realized that I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. A dull, throbbing headache, the kind that promised to stay with you for an afternoon. Pain was the first sensation I registered when I woke up. Criticism is greatly appreciated, as is tips on improving the formatting, new to working with reddit. Hambone3110 was kind enough to let me post this tale in the Jekninsverse, check out the other stories in it by him, guidosbestfriend and /u/hume_reddit.
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