Badan Terasa Berat Dan Pegal Novels & Stories

My hair, greasy from the dirt accumulated in it. My body ached from staying in one position for so long, I was in and out like a flashlight that was losing its battery life. My wrist numb from being tied behind me, I hardly even feel my legs anymore but whenever I opened my eyes I could see them swollen with a dark blue color. Blood hardly circulates through there. My waist aches from holding my upper part of my body in place, and my neck too from hanging my head low. Breathing was where I was having the most problem.

"So, how do you feel now?" I stretch my arms and move a little bit to check if the back pain is there or not. Surprisingly, the massage has worked and the pain is almost not there. Only a slight bit of pain is there, but it happens only when I am moving too much. Other than that, it feels great. "I feel good. Much better."

It seemed like every passing hour, I was just starting to feel worse and worse. My whole body felt weak and heavy, my arm throbbed something fierce, and I couldn't focus on a single one of my classes to save my life. I couldn't help but to feel like something just wasn't right. I should be feeling better by now, not worse. The healing I had gotten should have taken care of any infection or anything like that with my wounds, and if I was sick, they would have told me.

I couldn't divulge the truth about the forceful severance, so I opted to focus on describing the symptoms. "I haven't been feeling well—constantly fatigued, struggling to keep meals down, especially in the mornings, and my body temperature has been erratic. I'm not sure if there's reason to be alarmed," I explained, trying to convey my concerns. The woman's gaze remained kind as she listened.

Emily woke up slowly. The morning sun was soft, but her body felt heavy. Her head throbbed slightly. Her muscles ached, and she felt weak all over. She tried to sit up, but it took more effort than usual. Her throat felt dry. Her chest tight. A small bead of sweat formed on her forehead. She pressed a hand to her forehead. “Not now,” she whispered. “I can’t be sick. Not today.” She slowly swung her legs off the bed and stood up.

AMELIA : I can't understand how i feel right now. I’ve been feeling unwell for several days since my friends spiked my drink that night. My joints hurt as if I have a flu. Especially in the mornings, I feel intense dizziness, and sometimes I even feel nauseous. Maybe I have an upset stomach.

My knees feels like a jelly and can't support my weight anu longer. My body feels weaker than the usual. Shit, I think I'n catching cold. I was about to collapse on the ground when a warm arms catched me. I leaned on his chest and let my weight be a burden to him. I don't care if he's a good person or not. I'm too tired to resist the danger this fucking world has been throwing to my life. "You look fragile," I heard him sighed. "Let me bring you home." I shook my head and gripped on his shirt.

Milana My head is spinning and I'm literally seeing double as I stare at the ceilings. It's Saturday and I'm supposed to be on my way home, but I can't move. I feel so fucking weak and I'm running temperature. My whole body feels like it's on fire and I can't move an inch.

I stretched my arms, back, and legs. My muscles still felt weak. Heavy. Practically my entire body ached. I had limited mobility the past couple of days. Only a few hours after taking pain pills would I feel just a wee bit strained, and only then was I able to do some work on my phone and computer. I hoped Mykaela wasn't too busy for a quick call. She most likely was. The statistics I'd seen on the local news were nothing short of alarming. I should check up on her. I felt like I hadn't seen and heard her voice in weeks.

The hum of machines, the glow of screens, the logic of data, it was a rhythm she had wanted, a part of herself she had denied for too long. But under all of that excitement, a strange heaviness lingered in her body. Her limbs felt a little slower, her head a little foggy, a dull ache pulsing behind her temples. No amount of coffee or determination seemed to shake it. She rubbed her wrists and temples gently, trying to ease the discomfort.