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Gunshot wound
Fighting the pain only made it worse. Gambol paid attention to the pain, to its shape, its location, and its travels, and tried to stay relaxed.
A doorbell rang. Voices spoke in another world, where people had thoughts worth voicing. Laughter. Silence.
She came to him with a hypo and said, “The cavalry has arrived.” By this time the pain had conquered every physical part of him and had begun to involve his soul. Then the sensations flattened out and got hard to locate, and as long as he didn’t try moving, things were pretty jolly.
Denis Johnson, Nobody Move
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