He thought about all of those brave souls that had trodden this path.
He was in this place because he had put himself there. He alone was responsible for his present situation. He had to be prepared for what was to come. He thought about the trauma, the horrible pain and anguish they must have suffered and the torment they went through. It was now his turn to accept the inevitable. Would he show the same staunch, strength of character that had been shown by those courageous people who had gone before him.
He stiffened at the approaching sounds.
His wife came into the room and sat across from him.
Without a word, she lifted the corner of the large sticky plaster on his forearm and gave it a sudden, really hard, yank.
He screamed!
