[The blanket's largely in tatters now, stripped to pieces over a period of months. Used to treat wounds inflicted by monkeys, used to clean crystals from people's arms, used to tie off injury after injury, the original function all but forgotten.]
[Stomach it, Tim Wright. Breathe through it. You're not dying. You've probably had worse.]
[Yank the shred of cloth around your middle and tie it off and try not to scream when every tiny movement pulls muscles mired in the puree of your own guts, when every motion feels sluggish, like air density has increased tenfold in the past hour. Feel the wet press of some...internal organ or another slopping in the basin of your abdomen and soaking the fabric within seconds.]
[Smell the rot, the rolling stench of blood and decay.]
[Set your jaw. Push away from the tree, nearly sink to your knees in the static surge of vertigo, the subsequent jolt that whites out your vision and leaves you briefly, blissfully numb.]
[Don't scream.]
[Don't scream when it slams back like a fucking wall and forces you forward two steps.]
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[Stomach it, Tim Wright. Breathe through it. You're not dying. You've probably had worse.]
[Yank the shred of cloth around your middle and tie it off and try not to scream when every tiny movement pulls muscles mired in the puree of your own guts, when every motion feels sluggish, like air density has increased tenfold in the past hour. Feel the wet press of some...internal organ or another slopping in the basin of your abdomen and soaking the fabric within seconds.]
[Smell the rot, the rolling stench of blood and decay.]
[Set your jaw. Push away from the tree, nearly sink to your knees in the static surge of vertigo, the subsequent jolt that whites out your vision and leaves you briefly, blissfully numb.]
[Don't scream.]
[Don't scream when it slams back like a fucking wall and forces you forward two steps.]