He opened his eyes, seeing the night sky. He look beside himself and saw various items scattered across the ground. He talked to him self "I see my brothers are stronger than I believed.
I suppose I should be glad they stood to their ground." Although he could feel the tears hiding just behind his eyes, he held back, wishing to believe the best of his siblings.
Struggling he picked himself up off the ground as best he could. Everything hurt. He must have a broken leg at least. And arm.
He could still feel blood clinging to his face, clumping up his hair.
He wonder to himself, "what would be easiest: Dragging myself to the nearest hospital, waiting and pleading for someone to help me,
or perhaps going inside and praying that my brothers will help me? Ah... well if I'm being honest, my best bet will be to drag myself to a hospital. Though I know it will take some time.
No one would help me otherwise."