Chapter 77: JACOBS POV.
"Urrgh..." I rubbed my head as I slowly regained consciousness.
The world felt like it was spinning in slow circles, and my brain felt heavy, like it had been soaked in water. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to make the dizziness go away.
Once again, I was out for a while. It was becoming a bit of a pattern. I just don't know why I seemed to always fall unconscious after every troublesome situation.
Was it some kind of curse or something? It was as if every time I did something heroic or survived a big fight, my body just decided to quit on me and pull the plug.
It was getting a bit embarrassing, honestly. I was supposed to be this powerful guy, yet here I was, waking up on a random bed for the third time in a row.
I let out a long sigh, sitting up straight. I expected to feel the sharp, stinging pain of the bullet wounds, or at least the dull ache of bruised ribs.
I remembered the heat of the guns and the lead tearing into my skin.
