8

~Hunter

I grit my teeth, pain searing down my back.

"Stand."

"I can stand."

"Then do it."

Huffing out a breath, I stare at my legs stretched out in front of me. I was instructed by Kaan to lay down on the grass and now I'm going through the painful process of trying to get to my feet.

Sliding from the bed is one thing. Actually standing up entirely is a whole other battle.

And it doesn't help that Kaan is staring down at me with his arms folded, his brows raised.

"Give me a second..." I mumble, trying to manoeuvre my legs under me so I can rest on them.

The pain isn't even the difficult part to overcome. It's how weak my legs have become, how little they respond to my silent demands.

"You're overthinking. Use your legs," Kaan instructs.

I glare at his boots, wishing he didn't feel obliged to help me. Regardless of how I feel about it, I'm letting him aid me in my recovery in hopes it gets me out of here quicker.

"Grab me if you need to," he murmurs, extending a hand.

I ignore it.

"I'l