Badan Terasa Berat Dan Pegal Novels & Stories

The world had narrowed down to a small, suffocating space of pain and light. Isabelle’s head pounded with a relentless rhythm, her throat felt as if she had swallowed glass, and every muscle in her body ached with a deep, bone-weary fatigue. The light from her tiny bedroom window felt a thousand times too bright, even through her closed eyelids. She was sick. Genuinely, truly sick. It was a physical manifestation of the emotional exhaustion she had been carrying for weeks. The tension, the sleepless nights, and the constant anxiety of her job and her family’s debt had finally broken her.

I made it back to the room without any issues, but the moment I sat on the bed, I exhaled more deeply than I expected. My body felt heavier than it should have. Like I had done more than just walk down a hallway. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered under my breath. I leaned back slightly, resting my weight on my hands as I stared ahead. Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe Maya was right to question it, but that didn’t mean it was anything serious. People felt off all the time. It didn’t automatically mean something was wrong. Still… My hand moved again. Resting lightly against my stomach.

My muscles ache and I don't think I can even walk properly. My head is spinning uncontrollably and I want to sleep. If this continues I'm sure I'll faint.

The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the breakfast nook felt like an interrogation lamp. It was too bright, too clinical, and far too cheerful for the way I felt inside. My body was a roadmap of aches; my inner thighs were tender, my jaw felt tight, and there was a persistent, heavy throb between my legs that reminded me of every inch of Marcus I had been forced to take.

Elsie's pov "Why does my body feel bad?" I muttered softly as my eyes didn't fully open. I tried to wake up my lying body, trying to sit on the edge of the bed. I did so with some difficulty as my whole body somehow felt tired. It felt like there was no energy at all. My eyes searched for something in the corner of the room. "Maybe I'm entering my period, and because of this my body feels weak, and my head often hurts lately." usually, a few days before menstruation, my condition often worsens.

Bianca shifted, her hand massaging her back as she went on, murmuring, “And then, there’s this lower back pain, dull and constant, that feels like it was radiating forward.” She rose and began to walk about. It was a sensation which she could not name; she could not get comfortable; sitting still hurt, standing hurt, lying down did not help Pushing her hair off her neck and blowing out the breath in her body, Bianca thought darkly, it is a vague sense that something is off, but there was no clear pain yet. *

Gravity must be ten times the normal because I couldn't even lift my arms up. My whole back felt like they were hammered by a baseball bat a hundred times over. The only difference is I don't have crushed bones, but it felt like it. Well, not really. I've never been hammered by a bat before. I stared at the ceiling as two of my bunkmates entered.

He groaned, bringing a hand to his temple. “What’s wrong?” I asked, feigning concern. He sat up slowly, his movements sluggish. “I feel… strange,” he admitted, his voice rougher than usual. “My head feels heavy, and it’s like I’m moving through water. Even my limbs feel slow.” I leaned in, resting a hand on his arm. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, and I could feel the strength that still coursed through him despite the ether’s lingering effects. “You’re probably just tired from all the traveling,” I said, keeping my voice soft and soothing.

KAID My fingers grip Grayson's biceps feeling a zing of pain that has started to course through me. It cramps my stomach then moves down my legs and I squeeze my eyes shut bearing it. This time it lasts a little longer than it has before. Grayson rubs my back in empathy, providing support as I crashed my head against his shoulder. I feel like a bloated elephant, feet swollen at the ankles coupled with the nose of a dog. I've lost my appetite and the only thing I've wanted to do is sleep, but now not even the pain won't grant me repose.

Isayanna My eyelids flutter open, and a low moan escapes my lips. My head feels like it’s being crushed under a heavy weight, pounding relentlessly, and my eyes are so heavy it’s like they’ve been glued shut. It takes every ounce of effort just to keep them open, and even then, everything feels blurry and out of focus. My body feels weak, too weak to move properly. When someone touches my hand, I try to lift it, but even that small motion feels like lifting a boulder. My muscles protest, and I let out a shaky breath, frustrated with how helpless I feel.