Author's Note: This is the second chapter in a small series (link to the first in the comments). The original was meant as a short flash fiction, but I sort of liked the characters, and couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. If you feel the same, please let me know. Feedback is always nice.
- the Dashing Sea Captain
Chapter 2
The pain washed over him as he slipped out of his dream. Time had lost meaning in his world of silent darkness; but the pain was real, and it became a constant in his life – like an unwanted roommate that you can't seem to live without. He made a survey of his body, trying to detect the exact location of the pain – his arms, his jaw, his backside…To each he said, Good morning. and then promptly behaved as though they weren't there.
Through the darkness he felt a weight on his legs followed by the sensation of a thousand needles pushing through his skin. Hands were fumbling at the buckles of his mask, followed by fingers pulling at the rubber. Black turned to blinding light that burned his eyes as he felt her fingers again, pulling at the wax in his ears. Sound again filled his head.