There was the other kind of pain. 

The one that nobody could see, no telltale trail of red where the gash screamed in copious relief. No darkened  scabs  easily soothed and softened  by  careful rubs  fortified with  creams . No.

This pain lay siege. It waited in his veins for his mind to be clear again, a stealthy shadow lurking on the fringes of  his  dreams. Kabir  readied himself as the fear consumed his senses  and just like that it took over. 

Only he could feel the waves of unvariegated greyness seeping in. His heart laid bare, frozen  entirely by something  beyond himself; he became that child again, seeking only the softness of safe hands. 

Kabir .  Osupawordpress 2015