Fizzarolli's pov

I don't know how long it's been. Everything hurts. I can't move. My legs and my arms were removed who knows how long ago.

I felt tears stream down my face. Fuck. I wanted out of here. I wanted someone to come find me. I want Ozzie. Ozzie.

"Ozzie..." I croaked out. What else was there to do? "Ozzie!" I yelled "Ozzie!" I sobbed "help me! Please!"

I screamed for what seemed like hours.

But nobody came.