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He had the sensation of falling and his head hurt. He hoped, when he reached the bottom, wherever that might be, that death would be quick. The prospect of a lingering, painful demise worried him.
Suddenly there was the feeling of something tearing at his clothes, trying to slow him down; and just as suddenly his body hit something hard. It had to be the ground and he discovered his body had rotated slightly, enough so that he landed on his hand; his wrist hit first and there was pain in his hand and, in his back.
He lay there a moment with his eyes closed. He knew it was dark; he could tell that, even through his closed lids. He opened them slowly and perceived a thousand points of light looking back at him. He closed his eyes quickly then reopened them. The pinpoints of light were still there, and he continued staring at them.
Voices began calling out. Were they talking to him; asking him if he was all right? He didn't answer, in fact he couldn't answer. He tried to speak to the voices inquiring about his well-being, but his voice didn't seem to be working. He could only make groaning noises through the pain in his back, his head and his hand. The pinpoints of light began to fade as two brighter lights took over. In just a matter of minutes the wailing started, at a distance at first, then louder and louder until it seemed it would engulf his entire being. The white lights turned red and their flashing was worrisome.
Almost immediately, the red lights were joined with, or maybe they became blue. The flashing still bothered him. He felt hands at his side and the restraints that bound him were cut loose.Something flat and hard was forced under him. He tried to raise up but that was impossible. He was being still being restrained by something. Quite suddenly he stopped resisting and darkness overwhelmed him.