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Some say that pain is relative, just a part of life but it’s not. Pain can come in all forms, from heartbreak, illness or actual injury. The fact is that pain is a secondary reaction from the root cause. The root cause being the action of the pain.

Yet, I am starting to believe that pain is way more.

Pain can arise from many situations. We already know about injury as a major cause but pain can also arise from other situations.

I know I was in an explosion. That much is evident from how my whole body aches but I’m missing something. There is something more causing my pain.

Wait a minute.

My pain was from someone else.

“That’s right bitch. I’m causing your pain!” he yelled, as a sharp sting radiated across my face.

Gasping, I tried to breathe through the pain.

It was intense, just like the books said.

“Not so talkative now are you!”

I always believed that pain was a reaction to neurons firing in the brain. That when an action occurs the brain stimulates the nerve factors, sending electrical signals to the affected area. That was the brains way of showing me where to look. That it was something that could be controlled.

I believed each human had the ability to control their own pain tolerance. That with time, humans could eradicate the pain receptacles altogether.

I was wrong.

Pain wasn’t controllable.

Pain fucking hurt! And when I heard the buzzing of electrical waves seconds before I felt the sharp pulse of electricity radiating throughout my body, I knew the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to what I was about to experience.

Another thing I learned about pain was that when it became too much, the brain initiated a coping mechanism to protect the body from the overwhelming sensation.

The brain shut down the body to where I felt nothing.

I liked that part of the brain.

Thirty-One

Lorenzo

I blinked when a bright light flashed in front of my face. Leaning back, I tried to avoid the bright light as it was causing my head to hurt. Trying to focus, I found myself in a white room. Medical equipment all around me. A man I had never met before was wearing a white lab coat and he placed a blood pressure cuff on my arm.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice so gravelly I barely comprehended my own words.

“Dr. John Holland. Can you tell me your name?”

“Lorenzo Valentinetti. Where am I?”

“You are at ICE Security Systems, in New York City.”

“How did I get here?”

“I brought you here,” a tall, bearded man said, pushing off the wall. I remembered him. He was there, helping me to save Nico. He was also the one who stopped me from saving Donatella. Getting to my feet, the man barely had time to move before I had him up against the wall. “If she dies, I will fucking kill you.”

“I don’t think you are capable of doing anything right now Lorenzo.” The man clearly said, as I sagged against him. “You are hurt and until you are field ready, you are of no use to me.”

What the fuck was he talking about? Field ready? What did that mean? I didn’t give a shit if I had a fucking hole in my gut and no arms. I needed to find her.

Fuck, I feel like I just did ten rounds with Jose Cuervo and lost. What the fuck was wrong with me?


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