What now, when the pain within me, a trapeze artist's game of lies, the desperate clutching tightness in my chest, will not fade? Will not recede? Worsening over each second and time, I fear, will not let me go. I cannot breathe; I have not spoken; I cannot sleep. Every moment, agony. I need peace; rest; I need a cool hand across a fevered brow. Please... it burns.