旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Diminsions Of The Dark by J.L. Black � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � "What's the verdict Doc?" Thomas asked, trying to make light of the � � situation. � � � � "Well, your pulse rate was up to 180. It could have been higher than � � that because there was some delay in my taking it. And your arm is � � broken, the bone is, well, you won't be using this dress shirt again. � � But you are alive." � � � � "Yes, I feel I am. The pain in this arm reminds me of this." He did � � not speak for several minutes. He was, it was obvious, in painful � � anguish. He lay there on the floor trying, it appeared, to gather his � � strength to combat the pain he was feeling. � � � � "If this is what I experienced what is going to happen to the others if � � we try to pull them through in the same manner?," Thomas finally � � stated, in a matter of fact tone, gritting his teeth as the pain in his � � arm surged. � � � � "We just can't take a chance, Thomas. You and I are the youngest ones � � in the group. If your pulse rate went that high then think what could � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸