Flamedown H. B. Fyfe, Science Fiction, Adventure, Fantasy

He was not sure exactly when the possibility of opening his eyes occurred to him. Vaguely, he could sense -- "remember" was too definite -- much tugging and hauling upon his supine body. It doubtless seemed justifiable, but he flinched from recalling more clearly that which must have been so extremely unpleasant.

Gently, now, he tried rolling his head a few inches right, then left. When it hurt only one-tenth as much as he feared, he let his eyes open.

"Hel-lo " rasped the bulbous creature squatting beside his pallet.

Charlie shut his eyes quickly, and very tightly.