Through the Night

The pain through the night was excruciating. It started in his stomach, a bubbly feeling that left him queasy and ready to vomit, before it slipped downwards, a hard lump that made it hard to breathe. He had started on his side and rolled to his stomach in hopes it would alleviate the ache. But instead, his hands gripped onto the sheets, his body rebelling against his thoughts, and the pain overtook him. Perhaps someone better would have yelled for help, would have known what the pain was and demanded to be taken somewhere with medication, with promises of a safe delivery.

But he was not someone better.

He knew what the pain was, in a gutteral, instinctive way, but despite his body screaming at him as it twisted and shaped and tore in ways that it could only barely handle, he made no move to alert his housemates. He didn't want to bother them with something so trivial. So, instead, he managed to wiggle his hips enough his pants would slide down, bit down hard enough on his pillow to shred it under his teeth, and rode through the pain. He felt his body shaking, in a distant sense, but his mind was gone. Too far into the pain, the tearing of his body, the bleeding that left him dizzy. In truth, get didn't even notice the tears streaking his cheeks until after it was done.

He forced himself through the pain, gnashed his teeth against his pillow until only shreds remained, sobbed into the shreds as his body threatened to give out and end it all. But, somehow, despite his body telling him that it would never be over, it ended. The pain finally stopped with a muffled 'pop' and the feeling of something rushing from his body and soaking into his sheets. A final broken sob escaped him, and finally, after five hard hours, a restless sleep over took him.

He awoke almost an hour later to find, with some semblance of shock that barely really registered, that it was not a dream. The object of his pain sat there, almost mocking him, and million thoughts rushed his head. He wanted to throw it against the wall, to bury it in the backyard where no one would ever see, to open a portal to another dimension and toss it in without a care for where it ended up. But... he knew that wouldn't be worth all the pain he had gone through. So, with shaky legs that still had driblets of blood running down them, he scooped up the object of his pain. He had to go find one of his housemates, before his fragile body collapsed, and he met the floor. With a small whimper, he started off down the hall, leaking bodily fluids as he looked for aid.