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I reached out to hit the snooze button, but my arm felt like it was made of lead, and I had to summon all my energy just to move it. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself into a sitting position, my head pounding with each movement. It felt as if a construction crew was jackhammering inside my skull, and my temples throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat. I tried to shake off the fog that clouded my mind, but my thoughts felt muddled like I was trying to think through a dense fog. As I swung my legs over the side of the bed and attempted to stand, my body protested with fatigue. My muscles ached as if I had run a marathon the day before, and my bones felt like they were made from lead.

I shivered involuntarily, goosebumps prickling on my skin. With a groan, I attempted to push myself up, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive as if weighed down by an invisible force. A dull ache resonated through my limbs, amplifying my sense of weariness. It was as if every muscle had conspired against me, refusing to cooperate in this simple act of rising from the floor. A wave of heat washed over me, intensifying the discomfort. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, trickling down my face, dampening the strands of hair clinging to my temples. The room seemed to spin ever so slightly, and my head throbbed in protest.

ALEX I can't explain the heaviness weighing my body down. In truth, that isn't the only thing that feels off. My ears are ringing, my muscles loose and weak. I can't tell what’s happening around me, or why things suddenly feel this way, but none of it would've probably made sense… until I finally find the strength to lift my eyelids.

The morning sun hit the bedroom floor with a bright, unforgiving glare. Claire blinked. Her eyelashes felt incredibly heavy. She tried to shift her leg, but a dull, deep ache immediately spread through her thighs and lower back. She let out a tiny, breathy sigh. Every single muscle in her body felt like jelly. It was not a bad ache. It was a heavy, lazy soreness that made her want to sink right through the mattress and sleep for another ten years.

Three months have passed since that terrible incident, I feel like my body is not getting better gradually, instead I feel getting weaker recently. Sometimes I also lose the appetite to do this and that, and just want to lie down all day at home. Even this afternoon, I also feel lazy to get out of my comfortable foam chair. Even though all my friends have been home since thirty minutes ago, but I still feel at home lingering in class while resting my head on the table tiredly.

While holding my face. I watch the clock, and it's already nine. I was about to stand when I felt a little bit dizzy, and all of my body was aching like I'd been running a marathon the whole day. My head also feels a little bit achy. And my ass felt really pain. "Is it what they call hanging over? [Hello, Sir, Jonathan, can I make up my absence today? ]I said. [Why? Is there something wrong with you?]he said while his voice is so concern.

My limbs feel heavy; its probably the meds I took. I lie back, eyes fluttering closed. And then everything blurs. ********** When I woke up, something felt wrong. My body is heavy. Too heavy. And I’m… moving? No. No, no, no. I’m being carried. Strong arms. A suffocating grip. My back pressed to someone’s chest. Every inch of me screams danger, but my limbs are slow and weak My head is foggy. I try to wriggle, but nothing works.

My neck felt stiff, heavy, like I had been clenching every muscle without pause since morning. I lifted my hand, rubbing slowly from the base of my skull down to my shoulder, rotating it in small circles, trying to massage away the tension. “Goddess… what a day,” I muttered under my breath, feeling a faint sting of exhaustion behind my eyes. Today had felt unusually long.

I pushed myself up slowly, very slowly until I managed to prop myself into a sitting position. My muscles seemed to be against it though, screaming in protest as if they'd been twisted and contorted into shapes they weren't meant to be in. My body felt heavy, like I was dragging it through quicksand and my limbs trembled with the effort. I brought my hands to my temples, caressing the spots as I tried to piece together what had happened.