Pain
A drabblish for Twitch
By Gumnut
9 Dec 2003

He felt pain.

It ran up and down his entire body, curling up in the back of his head and squeezing to the point that thought was no longer possible. His mind was no longer his.

It belonged to the pain.

The surface on which he was sitting was soft, but his skin was sensitive, and it cringed from the contact, knotting itself into tiny goose pimples of tension.

He held his head in his hands.

Would it ever end? Would the pain ever be a memory?

Somewhere, deep down inside, a voice spoke to him. It told him of how he had volunteered for this. How he had put the team above and beyond himself. How he had sacrificed.

The pain danced in his head.

At the edge of his vision, a figure moved and he flinched.

The man responsible for his pain entered the room. A shadow fell upon him. A voice spoke.

“For crying out loud, Daniel, it’s only a hangover!”

That’s it! Jack was going to pay.

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FIN