But this, this was beyond pain.

 

And he felt everything about it.

 

Ten minutes passed as his body convulsed without ceasing.

 

Finally, he sat up and discovered that he had cracked the steering wheel in his

hands.

 

He slumped back against the seat, his lungs heaving as he struggled to regain

some sense of composure. But all the while he was thinking of only one thing.

 

Less than a month!

 

It had happened again in less than a month.

 

From year intervals, to six-month intervals, to less than thirty days.

 

What next? Weekly? Daily?

 

He touched his carotid and felt the blood racing through the vessel at a

potentially lethal clip. He breathed in and out, deep, calming, settling.

 

Finally, he started to come out of it, his physiology going back to normal, or