ES: Domacrodone's confessionAches are the worst, he thought.Forget your stings and your cuts, it was a strong ache like this that really made you want to kill yourself.And good God, did his leg ache.In a haze, Dr. Ken Wilde regained consciousness, and mulling that thought over, felt himself lying on a surprisingly comfortable bed. For a silly moment, he wondered if he were back on Earth, his only care in the world to get back to the work he loved.Alas, a light came into focus, and he found himself in distinctly less favourable circumstances.To the left of his bedside sat Miller, who looked to be halfway between his perpetual expression of hopelessness and one