Chapter 2: Literally Blinding Pains
"Yes. Dr. Wells and Colonel Austin. Here is you're reservation. Cabin 14. The best one we have. Two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, and bathroom. Anything you need you can pick up at the store in cabin 2, over there." The friendly hotel clerk smiled as she handed Steve a ring with two keys on it. "Have a pleasant stay, gentleman, and Colonel Austin? I hope you're feeling better, soon!"
The two gentlemen smiled, thanked the girl, and left, with Steve easily managing all of their luggage with his right hand.
"Steve?" Rudy began as they crunched through the snow. "What do you suppose that 'hope you get better' nonsense was about?"
"Oh…probably good ole Oscar, he probably told them that I would be recovering from surgery so don't let me do anything exciting…or something...here it is…Cabin 14!" Steve tossed the keys to Rudy, who promptly unlocked the door, and they stepped in. The cabin was warm and the lot walls were excellent protection from the elements.
"Steve, you go put down our things, I'm going to wash up and see if I can find something to eat!" Rudy shed his heavy coat and scarf. He walked into the bathroom, and turned on the tap water, in the sink.
As Steve walked back towards a room, he felt a sudden, dull, throbbing pain near his bionic eye. Then, he gasped as the pain grew to an intense, literally blinding level, as Steve soon realized his eye had blacked out. He suddenly began feeling the same sensations in his arm and legs; a dull throb, then a sharp pain, the loss of use with the pain.
Steve staggered in the doorway to the bedroom and sagged against the door frame.
"Rudy!?" Steve moaned weakly. "Rudy!?" He nearly shouted this time as he felt his limbs quiver, and then collapse. His knees buckled and he tumbled forward. He grabbed onto the frame of the wooden bed, but as his arm gave out, he fell downwards, his head smacking against the foot rail, and he slipped into darkness.
END OF CHAPTER 2