The pain wasn't unbearable, but only on a technicality since he somehow managed to bear it. Every waking moment was spent in agony, every sleeping moment filled with fevered dreams of pain and anguish experienced and yet to come.
The occasional moment where it subsided from red hot pain down to merely a brutal sensation of distress, those were the moments he lived for, as they were his oasis, his salvation. They kept him going, the hope that it might get better for a second or two
Besides, it was better than asking for help. That's just what They wanted...
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