Bryce's head came up, a stick protruding from one eye, a scream rending from his lips. "OH GOD SOMEONE HELP ME!" He cried, rolling in the grass before stopping and grabbing hard at the stick, slowly yanking it free amidst groans of pain. Eventually, with a shlup it came free, his busted eye on the end.
OoC oh come on guys, have a bit of faith that I won't just kill my dude!
EDIT: jesus dot, not even going to check for a pulse? Cold man. Cold.