pain

The pain moved with its own rhythm, a definite beat, not stopping during the rests, but subsiding. Whines and cries filled the night at intervals. She understood they belonged to something other than her, but that the retching noises came from her.

Retching?

The word described the sound she heard and a feeling within, but meant nothing else to her. Pain returned even larger.

“Move!”

Although instinctively she disliked the pain and knew she ought to move, she resisted this advice.

Learn from this. Pain. Degrees of pain. Pain asks a question.

 

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