Chapter 4
Ronon didn't know how long he had been out. Slowly he opened his eyes. He was on the ground now. The spear had pushed nearly all the way through. And the weight of his body had made him slide down even further.
He couldn't stop the tears escaping as every breath he took was agony. He had to get this thing out of him. He firmly gripped the shaft of the spear with both hands and pulled up hard. But the weapon would not move, having sunk down deep enough into the forest floor.
Ronon lay still for a moment, the pain in his chest covering up anything else that might be wrong with him. He closed his eyes and mentally walked through his body.
Taking stock of his injuries he found his left foot was dangling at an unnatural angle, he had a deep gash in his left arm and oh yeah, a long spear sticking through his chest on the right side. Whatever internal injuries he had, he could not even begin to imagine.
He made up his mind: if he could not pull the rest of the spear through, he would have to break it off and lift his body of the weapon.
But not yet. Maybe his team would be here soon. I mean, there was no rush. He could not hear anyone still chasing them. So that was good. For a moment he would just lay still and wait.
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