Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Chapter Four

Complete! (after a long and tedious dry spell).

After an initial respite that convinced him of his unquestionable fitness, the headaches had become worse. Or, if one were to be precise, as far as William could determine he was now suffering from a single continuous headache, gradually tightening its grip on his brain pan, interrupted only by the periodic bouts of sleep he could manage. Although, barring the first night’s unexpectedly sound slumber, even the rejuvenating effects of nightly hibernation were difficult to be had over the five days since he found himself resting in a ditch. The contusions on his shoulders and arms had largely vanished and the wounds covering the majority of his joints continued to heal nicely, but the aches were relentless. Regretting the post-crash bravado that dissuaded him from obtaining proper medical opinion, his worries now focused on internal injuries: ripped or disconnected sinew, various organs sloshing around in their protective sacs a little too willy-nilly, fluids slowly seeping into once forbidden crevices and hollows that hadn't existed before.

2 Comments:

Blogger the man with no name said...

how deliciously vivid. good stuff!

3/25/2006 9:58 a.m.  
Blogger Robotomatic said...

Poor Bill Rampart.

3/25/2006 12:22 p.m.  

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