The smell hit me first when I came back to consciousness. Wherever I was, it reeked of metal and mud and urine in a combination that was both immediate and deeply unpleasant. Then sound arrived, the clang of metal and low moans of pain and the shuffle of bodies against fabric. Then feeling, which meant feeling everything, which meant the pounding in my skull that made me wonder if someone had been using my head as a drum while I was out.
"Here, drink this. It will help with the headache."
