Kevan Smith - Degree

Blinking, slowly.  For an eternity, his lid closes like time standing still.  Staring through eyes of eternal pain, lenses of excruciating agony, focus, an eon of torment. 

The bullet rips into his side. 

He sees it slide into his flesh, a micrometre, a microsecond at a time.  Molecules of blood float in super slow-motion out of the ever-widening cavity.  Dancing a ballet of beauty, spinning, twisting, twirling.

One degree at a time.

One micro-second frame by frame. 

Nerves slowly build, exploding imperceptibly.  Silence.  Pain, not here yet.  Sound, forever behind.  Beauty encompassing the whole sight with awe-inspiring disbelief.