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Not yet, though. It wasn’t time. He stood. Fuck, his thighs burned. They ached. His knees felt wrong and weird. Like swollen water balloons that were going to explode or something. Sorta like if he were to stab ‘em with a knife, they’d send arcs of blood or puss or something everywhere. And his calves, his shins, they were weak. Like he was some old dude who’d fall over any second. Fuckin’ getting sick. Damn dirty bitches . . .

-o0o- Today, I decide to stay home and rest. My body feels heavier than usual, like it’s been silently screaming for a break. The kind of exhaustion that creeps in not just through the muscles, but the bones, the breath, the thoughts. I sit on the edge of my bed, letting the silence of the house wrap around me. No buzzing phones. No meetings. Just me, and the weight I’ve been pretending not to feel.

Seorang cewek berkacamata mengangkat tangan. “Lama waktu saat seseorang menggunakan Bakat tidak boleh lebih dari dua jam,” cewek itu berujar. “Atau setidaknya, hingga tubuh mulai merasa tidak mampu lagi mengeluarkan kekuatan. Gejalanya adalah pusing, lemas, sesak napas, dan mata berkunang-kunang. Jika tetap dipaksakan, maka akan menyebabkan kematian.” Pak Zub bertepuk tangan tiga kali dan bertanya, “Siapa namamu?”

Her friend has an early class today, that must be the reason why she is not waiting for her by the door and demanding what exactly happened last night. The day passed by slower than Eva wanted to. Her body is sore and she can feel her muscles protest with every single move. Every time her muscles ache, there is a tingling sensation between her legs, despite her core being sore. After the day ended, just like she expected Cassy was waiting for her as soon as she stepped inside her apartment.

ARIA The heels of my feet ached badly as I placed one foot in front of another. Our steps were slower and weak. My entire being was weak and tired to the bones and the weather wasn't helping it at all. My hair sticked to my nape and the beads of sweat rolled down my body parts, making me uncomfortable. My left shoulder has been shouting in protest, the heavy load of snacks, water and other refreshments in a duffel bag. I couldn't complain, not when Morris had two bags on her shoulder, one for clothes and the other one, thick bed spread, light covers and other emergency products.

" I feel uncomfortable, I'm having slight pain on my lower back and side" "Sorry, is it because of the baby?". I shake my head from side to side letting him know it's not the baby. "It's how I slept on your couch, the couch isn't really comfy for me". "I'm so sorry, what can I do to help". He looks sorry, the big boss looks scared if I might add. I chuckle to myself. "Calm down, it's something that can be fixed with a little massage. Do you have any sort of ointment?".

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.

Pain was the first thing I felt when I woke, and the last thing before I drifted back into uneasy sleep. A deep, bone-deep ache that seemed to ripple through every inch of me, as though my body had been put through a war I couldn’t remember signing up for. But worse than the ache was the heaviness. My limbs felt like stone, weighed down, sluggish and unwilling to obey even the simplest command. Every breath dragged fire through my ribs. Even blinking took effort, my lashes sticking together before I forced them apart.

Morgan closed her eyes. “Like shit.” Usher snorted. Allison laughed through a sniffle. Dr. Richman smiled. “Anything more specific than that?” Morgan seemed to think about it. “My mouth is dry. My head feels heavy.” She swallowed. “Everything hurts.” Her fingers flexed weakly against my shirt. “My arms feel weird.” “Weird how?” he asked. “Heavy.” She frowned. “Like I haven't used them in months.” “That makes sense.” Her eyes opened again.

BECCA My jaw hurt, my forehead was banging and my eyes were burning although I hadn't opened them. The side of my stomach was aching so much, that it felt like I was kicked and thrown to the ground multiple times. I tried opening my eyes but it was too heavy for me: my eyelid was too heavy to be lifted. Gaining Myself, I tried to turn my body; lift my hand or legs but it was dangerously impossible because I was restricted. I didn't have to open my eyes to feel the burning sensation around my wrist and ankle.