It's hurts.
But worse than the physical pain is senslessness of it all.
Why?
Why are you beating me?
What harm have I done to deserve such a fate?
The bludgeoning continues as your blood spills around you, turning the fresh white snow a scarlett red.
Visualizing this, you call out in pain:
"EEEEEIIIAGH! EEEEIAGH! EIIIIAAAAAGH!"
The door to Sarah's room opens.
It's Toomey.
"Brad... Brad, you all right?"
"EEEEIAGH!"
"Yeah, uh, cool," says Toomey. "Well, I gotta go."
He turns back toward the room for a moment.
"Later, Sarah," he calls out, and then he heads downstairs and out the front door.
You waddle into Sarah's room.
She is lying spread-eagle on the bed, looking spent.
"EEIAGH!"
"Hoo!" says Sarah sighing, and ignoring your antics. "That Toomey... he's almost too much man."
"EEIAGH!" you squeal, waddling about Sarah's room.
Finally Sarah raises her head off the pillow and acknowledges you.
"Brad, what are you doing in my room?"
"I'm a baby seal," you say.
"You're so weird."
"EEIAGH!" you say.
"Could you go squeal someplace else? I gotta rest up. Mike's coming back over after his band practice."
You're pretty sure by this point that your van is not to be found in Sarah's bedroom.
Where you gonna look next?