[the pain is brilliant, both eyes, the leg, harder to ignore when you can't see now, isn't it? But you feel a fluttering against your face and then a hand sliding under your chin, tilting your face up, thumb stroking your jaw]
Go ahead, it's no different than a mouse hating a cat, but I'm glad I finally found someone who gives a shit about his own life.
[a pause, then something pressing inside you, it doesn't hurt at first but then it's excruciating. Something is tearing up the muscles along your back the same way they went after your thigh earlier.]