“By honey, we’ll be back in two weeks, my mom woke me up. I rolled over as she closed my bedroom door.
It was almost night already. I had just slept about eight hours after only being awake maybe seven. I was still tired. Oh well, more sleep would fix that.
I woke again. Four in the morning. Almost another eight hours. Damn.
I was getting hungry. I couldn’t move. It hurt too much. Why?
“Aaaaah! I twitched my arm over my mattress. So much pain. My body seemed to be waking up a little. I could just start to barely move. It hurt so much. I looked down to my wounded arm. It looked to be worsening. I was cold. Breaking through my aching muscles, I reached down to my feet and pulled my blanket over me. I would do something in the morning. I was still tired. It was too painful to move.
I woke up. Eleven in the afternoon. I was getting worse. I was getting thirsty. I had to use the bathroom. I could barely move.
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