Still, it did the job and at the moment, that was all that mattered. I knew I couldn’t leave it gaping so I’d done the best job I could do with the only tools I had under the circumstances.
The enemy was coming. I could sense them on the edges of my dreams; crouching, waiting, always watching. I had no doubt that they would kill me when they found me. I wondered then why I had bothered with the stitches.
Maybe I still had a glimmer of hope after all. That was an interesting concept and one I hadn’t considered before.
I had to stop for a minute and think about this.
What was I going to do next?