Grim glared at the misshapen cabinet he had summoned from the wood of the floor. Even that had been a labor.
He sat down on the floor, the only place he could. What the hell was wrong with him? Magic had escaped him. He couldn’t concentrate on the simplest things. Even flying, he found himself falling out of the sky a couple of times.
Then, the pain came, and he fell over, holding onto his stomach. It wasn’t only there, but his chest, his head, his arms…but this was the only thing he could actually hold. He’d hidden it from Geldreth, knowing there was nothing he could do.
The potion that he had been taking to ease the pain was now exhausted. He had more, at locked down office in Paragon. He didn’t trust himself to actually make anything, not if he was screwing up his flying ability.
The pain subsided enough for him to sit up. It was still there, eating away at him, but it was a dull ache this time. He groaned, getting up. He stumbled, fell into the wall.
When he fell, the pain that hit his shoulder and arm was excruciating, and he screamed, and fell back onto the floor. That brought another burst of pain, and another cry. I can handle this pain, it’s only pain, ride with it, become one with it.
Who am I kidding? I can’t even fly.
Again, the pain subsided, and this time faded enough for him to stand up straight without stumbling. He made it out the door, down the hall. He flipped out his cell phone and called for a cab. It might be a couple of hours, but it would eventually show up. Eventually.