He buried his face in his hands. His eyes were hurting as if someone had thrown a big hand full of sand into his face. Through gritted teeth he was cursing.

Then ... Nothing. Must be a break. he assumed. "I still have over twenty-three hours ahead of me" Eren laughed with dry. "I will survive them somehow." Perhaps gallows humor was the only way to endure this suffering.

The pain was back with a pang, or rather with the feeling of getting thrown down from a great hight. His back was screaming in pain, just like his legs and the back of his head. He got the impression as if all the air had vanished from his lungs. He breathed in but got the impression that no air was getting inside his lungs.