Well, uncomfortable is what it was for the first twenty minutes or so; after that, it was agony. For one thing, after a while I went blind—what they call a visual blackout. It’s the result of the blood being forced to the back of your head and temporarily starving the optic nerves, but there’s still enough blood flowing around up there to keep you conscious—if not particularly smart—so it’s not a full blackout. It also felt like my eyes were going to collapse back into my skull, and like my ribs were going to break under the weight of the elephant sitting on my chest. Tweezaa, strapped in beside me, started crying, and I started getting mad. Maybe Gasiri had no choice but to make this long hard burn to overtake KZa-91, but I didn’t care. I was still pissed at her, because she was making Tweezaa cry. Now, how dumb is that? When the burn was over, I didn’t feel a whole lot better. I had a terrible headache that wouldn’t go away. The pain killers the mess mates gave me made me groggy, and just reduced the pain from two red-hot daggers in my eye sockets to a dull pounding ache.
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