Day 13 – Slow Unraveling
I can feel my face up against some thing warm. I think she has my face in her lap again. I can't be entirely sure though because with consciousness comes unbelievable pain. I think my left ankle is shattered. I remember them taking a sledge hammer to it before I passed out into darkness. I try to sit up, but I fail miserably. I collapse into her lap, and I'm overcome with shivering. Or maybe they're minor convulsions. I'm not entirely sure.
She holds my head gently, and I'm more thankful for that then I can possibly hope to explain. I'm starting to unravel. I can no longer separate the various parts of my mind. I cannot push the pain back and carry on. The only thing I can do right now is lie here and feel her next to me.
And try not to cry out from the pain.