Chapter Thirty
It felt like a hallucination or a dream. He was floating, mostly numb, but his senses seemed at once dull and preternaturally acute. There was no confusion between unconsciousness and awareness. He knew exactly what had happened and how precarious his situation was. Even though he couldn’t feel it, Lenny knew his body was mangled beyond its present ability to heal. If the wrong person found him, he would be taken for dead. There were two possibilities beyond that point. Sooner or later, his spinal cord would repair itself, and he would regain a degree of motion. That would almost certainly be after he’d lost the ability to think rationally. Either he would attack someone, or the City would cremate him before he was able to move again. If he was honest with himself, the firs
