Hell Of A Heightened Intensity
His leg was giving him hell.
Come to think of it, his leg had been giving him hell of a heightened intensity of late.
Maybe the treatment he'd had wasn't working. Maybe he was on his way to being one more statistic that weighed down the side of failures.
Judging by the pain, it seemed likely.
He frowned and rubbed a hand up and down the injured flesh. It helped soothe the pain some but didn't entirely extinguish it. A few Vicodin would do the trick.
He reached for the pain meds, uncapped the bottle and downed two pills.