Chapter 10: Meanwhile...
The snap that announced his ankle breaking, sounded sickening but it was nothing compared to the animalistic cry that escaped Bodie's lips. He gasped for air, let out a howl of pain and saw to his horror the ankle bone sticking out the filthy flesh. He wanted to grab his ankle, he fell back, he wanted to curl up, get warm and shut out the world, but he couldn't. Writhing in pain he tried to stay still but he couldn't. It was impossible. His heart rate went sky high, pain pushing every nerve in his body to the limit. Flashes from his past came back very vividly: the pain from the knife that had been stuck between his ribs when he and Doyle worked on a racism case. The fever-induced nightmares that had scared him beyond belief. That had been a close call, but despite his exhaustion Bodie was well aware that this was much, much worse. No one knew he was here. He had no way of contacting anyone. Doyle was looking for him as would be all of CI5, he knew, but chances of them finding him in time were slim.
To say the least.
Completely drawn Bodie fell back on the cold, wet dirt. He had to stay as still as possible. He shouldn't move. Even the slightest twitch send more stars to his vision and pushed bile to his throat. Despite the cold, he was breaking out in sweat. God - it hurt. It hurt! It was difficult to get his breathing under control - he should breathe calmly. In… Out… In… Out… If he concentrated on his breath, he might just…
Ray… please…
Make it stop…
Bodie's confined space turned into sucking pool of despair, razor-sharp pain, uncontrollable shivering and biting cold.
Help me…
Like quicksand it was drawing him in deeper and deeper. He struggled to keep his head above the surface, to not give in to the choking feeling, to fight the hands that inevitably pulled him further and further down into the darkness.
Ray…
ay…
…
(tbc)