Still undecided, but mostly inclined to the one book by Haruki Murakami he had not read yet -especially since it was within range and thus it wouldn't be necessary to climb anything or ask for help, Brodie didn't even notice someone stopping by his side or reaching for any books.
This, and the notion that maybe things wouldn't get any worse, pain-wise, did not let Brodie have any hint of what happened next, which could only be summarized as the stupidest, most unfortunate accident one could be a victim to in a library. Stupid thoughts like this one seemed to be common while Brodie suffered horrible pain, apparently. At least it was only the side of his head, though the corners of a book to the head wasn't exactly peachy and...
"AHHHHHHH!" Guttural was probably the word here. Brodie wouldn't even aware of how loudly and for how long he could scream if it hadn't been for this cruise. When the book connected with his torso, Brodie slumped to the floor, lying there on his back and afraid to breathe. If his ribs had made any progress, it was most likely inexistent now.
It really, really hurt. Brodie could hardly believe how much it hurt, and he would've liked to kick something, but moving his legs might be out of the question right now, since it was obvious that everything one body part did, affected all the rest. Oh, to be put to sleep for an indefinite amount of time...