HE TRIED TO SIT ON the chair, and the pain from the lower part of his back nearly made him faint. He held the top of the sofa and began to lower himself onto the seat, slowly, little by little. His cheeks soon touched the cushions and an involuntary grateful sigh escaped his lips. He rested his back in the same manner with which he sat.
He had a headache too from where the bullet hit him on the head, but at least the covering he wore had kept out the bullet. He looked fondly at the titanium helmet resting in a glass case just beside the chair on which he was sitting. The job had been completed by a healthy dose of painkiller, and now his head felt good as new. The small of his back began to throb so painfully he could feel water begin to seep into his eyes. Very good of his body to remind
