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His confusion was dispelled when a blaze of pain crawled up his arm.
Somewhere in the haze of pain, he recognized the characteristic pins and needles of returning blood flow.
Must have slept wrong last night, I was just so tired.
Jim tried to breath and find the dials.
I can do this. I am in control.
Pain and exhaustion cloaked the dials.
Ok, so I can't do this.
Reluctantly, he headed for Blair's room.
"Breath Jim. In. Out. See the dial."
And just like that, the dial was there.
"Thanks, Chief."
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