The prompt for this month was "All Hands In". I had a very hard time coming up with something for this.
The storm outside raged and howled. It was the deafening crack of thunder that woke me from my troubled slumber. With the flash of violet light still painting the stone walls, I jolted upright in a panic. Sweat dripped from my worried brow as I looked around the stark room, trying to remember where I was. My shaking hand tugged at the soaked fabric of my shirt, absent-mindedly rubbing at the sore spot on my chest. The salt-infused liquid seeped through bandages and into the ragged open wound on my palm.