Fighting.

Time is endless in the darkness. The pain is unbearable in the hazy light. I forget all reason for the light and sink gratefully into the black, wrapping it around my self like a silken sheet.

Endless seconds pass and the black begins to turn into something more like a deep shade of red, and the sheet became too thin to shield me from the pain. The infection in my arm had been like a feather stroking my skin compared to this.

I  find my tongue and start to scream an endless stream of profanities,  trying to transfer the hurt that way. It didn't work, and I began to drift back into the endless black.

The End

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