He felt cold. It was the only thing he could really feel was cold; there was no choice but to ignore the pain. Nothing could be done about it, he was left here to suffer and die. Felt like his body was withering away every second he laid there to rest. He was unable to move could barely lift his finger. If only he had eaten when he had the chance instead of rejecting the offer.

What would he do with the little time he had left. Would he have no choice but to lay here and wait for the sweet hand of death to come for him. There was a noise outside the door someone was coming. Could it be a rescuer? He would scream for help but he couldn’t make a sound. Then the door opened and in stepped his savior.

“Really dude get off the floor. I left for 10 minutes to go get the pizza,” the savior said.

Then our fallen man finally spoke. “It seemed like a lifetime that you were away but finally you returned with nourishment.”

The savior rolled his eyes, “you do this every time I go to get food it really needs to stop.”

The the fallen man got up and him and the savior finally feasted.