I jolted up from what felt like a sweet dream and inspected my surroundings. I lived motherfucker! That white skulled prick can suck a big one. My backpack was laying in front of me, ripped to shreds and half eaten from my desperate struggle last night. Fragments of glass still remained in my mouth in utter disgust. I spat the last few pieces out and figured I'd inspect the damage I did to myself this fucking time.

  To my surprise, obviously because of the potion seeped backpack meal, I was mostly alright. The worst thing for wear was my foot, twisted and broken in numerous ways with a piece of the wood from that goblins arrows still lying inside it.

  There was another arrow in my back near my right shoulder blade, and a final one on the left of my chest. The shocking part was that I wasn't bleeding, the potion simply healed my skin right to the fucking wood inside me.

  It seems a doctor's visit is very much needed for a proper recovery, I'm sure this wasn't the first time someone dran..err.. ate a potion with arrows still in them.

  The first question I needed an answer to was if I could stand, kneeling over with one arm on ground I pushed up with all my might as the ground went further away from me. Once all my weight was up and standing, an intense pain twisted up my leg from my foot.

  I supposed a blood and potion seeped backpack couldn't heal extreme injuries. I managed to hobble and stand though without falling down, with the sunlight shining through the tree leaves and confidence brimming through me for cheating death, I slowly lumbered back to the village for help so I didn't have to live my days as a pseudo porcupine.