Nocturia

He could feel the adrenaline begin to rise, each vein in his body bursting with blood. The raping of his heartbeat was unbearable against the cavity in his chest; it felt almost as if it would explode out of his ribcage at any given moment. The deafening tattoo of those war drums going off in his ears was enough to drive a person mad, and for a moment he cursed the continuous pulsation of that vital organ in his breast for creating it. However, he interrupted himself, taking in the true meaning of that sound for what it was. It meant you were alive, it meant he was alive. Even as he pushed the constricted muscles of his legs into moving him f