"There's barely enough time to love in a lifetime, please don't give it all away to pain," his words were gentle, yet slightly pleading as his hand trailed down my cheek.
"But what if the pain has already consumed me?"
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𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝟐
NOVA
Nobody ever describes the feeling of a gunshot wound properly. I don't know, maybe it's because everyone has a different pain threshold... But I call bullshit.
There's no way anyone's walked this off before. We're talking about blinding pain here; we're talking about feeling like your body is being set on fire. It's excruciating and when you don't see it coming, boy is it one hundred times worse. You lose the peace and that magical moment where your life flashes before your eyes. It's lonely and terrifying.
There's that split moment between the bullet travelling through the air and it penetrating your skin, where you think you've already died. Maybe it's your bodies defence mechanism or something, but that means there's no making peace or preparing yourself for what's to come, because it's followed up with the most unimaginable pain and the wiping away of any rational thoughts.
What follows the pain is the black spots in your vision, where your body shuts down due to the shock because it thinks it'll be better for you if you pass out. Then that's followed by the realisation that you've been winded, where the force of the bullet strips all the air from your lungs and leaves you a gasping mess. After that, we have the convulsing and deafness all at the same time as the irrational thoughts.
The thoughts are the most debilitating though, because there's no shutting them off. Your whole mind goes crazy telling you that even though there are no vital organs in your shoulder, there is however, the subclavian artery, which feeds the brachial artery, as well as the brachial plexus, the large nerve bundle that controls your arm function.
That leads to the question: Will I ever be able to dance properly again?
Of course, that was just the least of my worries. Next came the inability to talk and get my fear across to Tae who was manically trying to tell me to do something, that I couldn't exactly hear. His voice was a bunch of muffled words with no real meaning to me.
And then to make matters worse, he was ripped away before I could even find out.
I guess that does take your mind off of the agony for a second to give you a chance to realise you're not actually dead yet. Even though the first words I finally heard made me wish I was.
"Kill him... and you know what, kill him as well," Kano ordered, the joyful irritation in his voice making him sound even more psychotic.
I was curled up in a ball, trying to get anything out, anything that could possibly bide them some time. I wished I could have moved, or thrown myself over to him or something, but instead I was useless, a liability.
