Dull, pulseless pain smoldered in some; in others it was the keen throb of the toothache.

Continued lying in one position was unendurable; changing it, a thrill of anguish; and the new posture as intolerable as the first.

His brain galled and twinged as did his body.

To think was as acute pain as to use his sinews.

Yet he could not help thinking any more than he could help turning in the bed, though to turn was torture.
Every organ of thought was bruised and sore.