Turning time back a little, the last needle left Liam's body, finally giving him the chance to sit up.
The simple gesture updated Liam on much, too much. He could almost hear his abs flexing and relaxing. He felt his condition down to his blood flow, the stretching of his skin as he breathed, and the pressure a single hair caused when it moved.
Everything was loud, intense, and disorienting, to the point that Liam felt like piercing his own eardrums to escape even a fraction of the cacophony of sensations flooding his brain.
Still, Liam was familiar with that state. It was the hyper-clarity the Primal Urge caused, just without the solace of its insanity. He was experiencing it with all the cool-headedness he could muster, which risked being short-lived due to that constant, deafening noise.
There were other differences, too.
