VS. BUS

	The pain was bewildering.
	Exactly that—I was bewildered. I couldn’t understand, couldn’t make sense of what was happening.
	My body tried to reject the pain, and I was sucked again and again into a blackness that cut out whole seconds or maybe even minutes of the agony, making it that much harder to keep up with reality. I tried to separate them.
	Non-reality was black, and it didn’t hurt so much.
	Reality was red, and it felt like I was being sawed in half, hit by a bus, punched by a prize fighter, trampled by bulls, and submerged in acid, all at the same time.
	Reality was feeling my body twist and flip when I couldn’t possibly move because of the pain.
	Reality was knowing there was something so much more important than all this torture, and not being able to remember what it was.