Just One of those Days. Ch. 5
All feeling in his right arm and in his legs disappeared, leaving them numb. John supposed blearily that this was a good thing. His chest, however, still complained mightily whenever he drew a breath. It felt like his lungs were being torn apart by claws which did not bode well. Broken ribs, he surmised, probably more than one, and pierced lung, judging by the blood dribbling down his cheeks. Dried blood caked his forehead, the sides of his face, and matted his hair in sticky clumps.
It had all happened so fast. Snatches of broken pieces of memory swirled around in his murky brain. John remembered that during his coffee break, he had been walking through the new wing that was being constructed. He frowned as he caught sight of a shadow creeping around the corner.
"Hey!" John saw the surprise than fear flutter over the stranger's rugged face. "You're not supposed to be in here." Then he noticed the rusty crowbar clutched tightly in the man's hands and his eyes widened. Before he could shout for help, the man swung, and the crowbar connected with his forehead and he knew no moreā¦
A/N: Sorry it's short, but that's all I got for now. H'mmm whose is the "stranger"? Stay tuned!
