'What…'
Confusion, disorientation, recollection failure… Damian woke up to find himself in a state of complete delirium.
'Where…'
He couldn't feel his body, nor could he tell where that body lay. Only the wall of rocks standing above him looked clear, everything was shaking and morphing into different shapes.
"Ugh!"
Bits of memories were coming back, but with them, the pain started coming back. At this moment, Damian instinctively wished he never woke up, wanting to go back to his unconscious state, but it was too late.
'I'm still alive.'
The physical pain was horrible, but remembering how he came to be in this state in the first place was an even worse experience.
He wasn't struck dead, but he was dying slowly from a deep internal injury and severe blood loss.