The minutes that followed were among the longest I’d experienced in my life. It wasn’t a tedious, slow, agonizing passage of time like I’d experienced in the hospital bed, waiting to find out if I was being arrested or if my back was broken.
This is probably a good thing. It means the doctors and nurses aren’t attacking you too in all the mayhem.
No, these minutes stretched on because there was so much going on, and I couldn’t lose my focus, look away or pause for contemplation for a second.
Oh. Never mind. I misread that “wasn’t” up there.
Different groups tried to pick fights with us. It was nonsensical, given that we weren’t even in the ring, but adrenaline was running high and we stood out because we were apart from the rest of the fighting, isolated.
Which is what you didn’t want to do, stand out.
We had stuff they could take, and warm bodies they could… well, warm bodies. It was enough.
Eesh.
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