March 21, 2012

The Situation

The Chronic migraine was getting worse. It pounded over and over in his head and would not let go. He pressed his hands to the sides of his head and let out a deep growl that would scare anyone who might have been passing by. He could not work this way, not in this situation. It was turning him into something dark and soulless. Something that could be found at the gates of hell. Something that could easily kill.