The pain in his chest made him writhe. He shut his eyes
against the thing making his fingers and toes spasm. Attempts at slow, even
breathing failed. At best, they momentarily replaced the ache with a
cauterizing chill. Then it was back to misery. He lay on his bed, able but
unwilling to rise. Instead, he rubbed his head with his hands while his back
curled and straightened.
Intermittently, the emotional pain and physical spasms
gave way to periods of flaccidity where his body would lie as though dead. They
never lasted. The stinging pangs in his heart always returned.
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