Breakdown
Everyone had seen it coming, everyone apparently but him.
Throwing the book, which he'd been attempting to read for the past hour he clutched at the arm of the chair he was sat in and managed to pull himself up.
But not without it's consequences.
The pain tore down his side and he found himself trying to catch his breath as he scrambled through the darkened room to the kitchen counter of the open plan apartment, where his long ignored medication was lined up where she'd left it.
Grabbing one of the orange containers, he swallowed dry two painkillers, discarding the container by throwing it into the sink, tiny white pills littering the countertop.
Pain searing through his abdomen again he lashed out at the one thing closest to him, the display of framed photos on the sideboard.
Glass, wood and flowers littered the floor as he dropped to the ground, clutching at his side as he went.
The inevitable finally happening, he would soon have to admit he wasn't coping.