Ch. 12
My eyes still hurt when I finally came to. In fact, everything hurt. Everything had that old, mild ache deep down in it. Deep down in the very fiber of every part of my body.
But my skin was numb.
And because it was such, it took me awhile to realize somebody was fiddlin' with my leg.
My BROKEN leg.
'Course bein' so out'a it made it kind'a hard to retaliate. But as soon as I started groaning the hands (or pressure, as I'd identified it as) disappeared and I heard a chuckle.
"Well, well. It worked better than I'd hoped." I wanted to open my eyes. To look that muted voice in the face and say, "Wha'd'u'ya talkin' 'bout!" But, somehow, my body just wouldn't respond. No matter how much I willed it to move, it just laid there. It was as if I was detached from it, like I wasn't in my own head.
But all that tryin' gets a guy tired.
And I was one tired little boy...
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Aw poor Daxter! DX And sorry it's so short. Oo the next one's pretty short too. I was thinking of combining them but... I was too lazy. CB