Hunter woke to pain that felt like tiny knives dancing through his meridians while arguing enthusiastically about whose turn it was to stab him next.
Not the sharp agony of torn channels. That was gone, sealed by the Foundation Stabilization Pill's medicinal power working through his system like the world's most expensive spiritual construction crew with excellent union benefits. This was different. Dull. Persistent. The kind of ache that whispered his body was keeping detailed score of every stupid decision he'd made and would present the invoice at the worst possible moment.
