Saturday, January 21, 2017

100 Words a Day 1004

He continued to writhe under the blanket, hands wrapped around his head. His soft moans elicited no sympathy from walls of his bare room. It felt as though something was trying to claw its way out of his head.

The pain began the night before, after he got home from dinner, and had increased since. The dolorous pressure started at the base of his skull but had moved behind his eyes. Medication provided no relief. Instead he rubbed his eyes continuously.

The next morning he was found with his eyeballs burst, an unmistakable sign of infection by a grey worm.

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