Wild Night
The pain doesn't stop, but persists, and begins to get worse. You feel a steady weakening, and your extremities, your fingers and toes and the end of your nose, begin to get cold and numb. You try to speak, to ask Jake to stop whatever he's doing, but the strange dumbness that affected you before continues now, and you can't speak... and after a while, can't even try to speak.
You try to angle your face down, to see what he's doing, but you can't quite seem to... the jostling, though, has knocked him loose, just a little. You try to stand, but you are curiously weak. Your legs are like rubber, or chopsticks. Useless. You tumble down into the sand, aware of a curious wetness beneath you, and marvel at how cold the sand is. There is a few moments without pain, but then it starts again. And then you are too weak to open your eyelids.
You pass into sleep, strange and cottony.
You don't wake up.
You try to angle your face down, to see what he's doing, but you can't quite seem to... the jostling, though, has knocked him loose, just a little. You try to stand, but you are curiously weak. Your legs are like rubber, or chopsticks. Useless. You tumble down into the sand, aware of a curious wetness beneath you, and marvel at how cold the sand is. There is a few moments without pain, but then it starts again. And then you are too weak to open your eyelids.
You pass into sleep, strange and cottony.
You don't wake up.
