Falling . . . falling . . . fallingfallingfalling! No sound, no moving, no anything, nothingnothingnothing. Pain. Just pain. But justthebitesjustthebites. Whyjustthebites? Stingsandbites. Crawling little legs and stings. Calmcalmcalm . . . calm . . . relax. Whydothestingsstillhurt? Calmcalm . . . calm. Think. Pain!
Come the fucketh on, can we be done with this already?
