5 Minute Freewrite - Prompt: callous

"Why are we going through all this trouble? Dumping him in an alley? He looks half dead, why not toss him in a river or something?"

"Boss said to dump him in the alley. Said something about consequences if he killed him, some nonsense about the old gods, whatever the hell that means."

"Be kinder just to kill him," the first goon replied.

"I don't know, he looks like he's covered in blood, but I don't see where he's actually bleeding, who knows, maybe he'll live."

His voice came out as a croak instead of words.

"Did, did he just say something?"

"Shut up and get back in the car, boss said we shouldn't be here when he wakes up."

"The boss thought he'd wake up?"

He was lying face down and trying to pull himself up, but his arms and legs felt numb. He could hear the conversation, but it wasn't making much sense. He tried to speak again.

"Oh shit, we gotta get out of here."

He managed to reach a sort of kneeling position in the street, his head was still face down in the dirt. He managed to turn his face so he could speak without the ground muffling his voice further.

"I said," cough, "your boss is callous". As the words left his lips they didn't feel as dry and the numbness was gone. He was able to sit up now and look around. The goons were already peeling out, so they probably hadn't heard him.

He picked himself up off the ground and managed to stand.

"Huh, I can see again."