Two days later, Shin finally opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above him. He wanted to move but couldn't, the scars covering his body had all dried up and locked his joints in place. There was a bottle of olive oil beside his bed that was used to moisten them up, but even that seemed to have not been enough.
"Wha…" The moment he tried to speak a sharp pain jabbed his chest and he started violently coughing. With each cough, the pain in his chest grew stronger, causing him to cough even more, and feel greater pain.
To make it stop Shin had to force himself to stop coughing through the pain, hold it, and let his lungs rest a bit. He seems to have suffered several stab wounds to the lungs and those are still healing, he shouldn't breathe too quickly or try to speak just yet.