He is leaning over. I hear a sort of squeal sound. I open my mouth to tell him to light a match. Farts like this one sounds are always quite terrible in smell.
I pause. The sound is changing. It is different now. Now it has stopped. It starts again…, and becomes different sooner…
I turn to look right st him and whatever he is doing, just as I realize what he had just told me he was about to do: take off his bandage on his ankle. Sure enough, it all clicks into place in my mind. The sounds I was hearing were from him, but not from his behind. They were from his mouth – he was in such pain as he pulled the bandage off slowly that he was actually squealing in his mouth! 😛
Oops… my bad. 😛