“On a scale of one to ten my head is at about a fifty-seven million and climbing to infinity,” he grumbled, rolling over and onto all fours and breathing shallowly.
“You can never reach infinity,” she said, picking the most important part of that statement to comment on. She fell back, gritting his teeth and sucking in a breath at the way motion seemed to scrape some very sharp object across the base of her skull, spreading little white dots and oh, yeah, pain across all her nerve endings.
“Thought my head was impressive like that,” he muttered, still on his hands and knees and looking at the floor like it could give him strength, just give him strength and he could get through this. Or possibly that was her projecting. She huffed out a belated laugh—synapses not firing right now, obviously, and did there really need to be a humiliating middle-ground in head injuries? Couldn’t it just be unconsciousness or death?
“You can never reach infinity,” she said, picking the most important part of that statement to comment on. She fell back, gritting his teeth and sucking in a breath at the way motion seemed to scrape some very sharp object across the base of her skull, spreading little white dots and oh, yeah, pain across all her nerve endings.
“Thought my head was impressive like that,” he muttered, still on his hands and knees and looking at the floor like it could give him strength, just give him strength and he could get through this. Or possibly that was her projecting. She huffed out a belated laugh—synapses not firing right now, obviously, and did there really need to be a humiliating middle-ground in head injuries? Couldn’t it just be unconsciousness or death?
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