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I replied softly, sitting down across from his desk. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. “Tell me what brings you in today.” I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how heavy my body felt. “Well… I’ve been feeling weak, really tired all the time. I eat a lot, and when I wake up with this terrible headache, I notice I put on some weight too, and I feel dizzy. My eyes—” I gestured at my face—“they’ve been puffy for days now. It’s… it’s not good for me, I'm a model and this could affect my career.”

" 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?".

Amber I woke up feeling weak. So weak that even lifting my eyelids felt like dragging stones across sandpaper. My limbs felt heavy in the way metal feels before it cools, like molten lead in my veins instead of blood. A dull ache pulsed through every joint and muscle, as if I’d been trampled by a stampede and then stitched back together wrong.

I wake slowly, the way you do after a fever breaks or a long night of bad dreams. There’s no sudden jolt, no sharp gasp for air. Just a dull awareness that my body feels… wrong. Heavy. Sore. When I try to move, a quiet hiss slips from my lips before I can stop it. Pain blooms along my ribs, deep and aching, like a bruise pressed too hard. My ankle throbs in protest, and my arm feels stiff, wrapped too tightly.

"Sorry, I just wanted to check your neck. He didn't grab or pull your collar, did he? You're all right?" "Uh, I'm fine." She brushed her face and fixed her hair. "But how about you? Does it hurt?" She lightly tapped the shoulder Brown had rammed, just to test it. "Aww, what is he, a bulldozer? Or a coal truck? Slamming into me like that, leaving me in pain." Reegan felt his body was weak. The piled-up workload, his lack of exercise, and his poor diet all weighed him down. "I really should start working out."

Merigold I wake up feeling worse than ever before. My nausea is horrible. All of my muscles hurt. I couldn't make it down the stairs without getting dizzy. I have to stop several times and hold on to the wall until it passes. And the worst of all I felt weak, just no energy. I managed to get some toast and ginger ale down and just sat on the couch and watched the twins play.

We all hugged each other and for the first time in days, I felt at peace, and relaxed. As my eyes cracked open, a sudden fatigue hit me. My whole body was stiff and I couldn't move it as much as I wanted to. I looked around my room, groaning. I mad another attempt to move my legs, but they felt as heavy as bricks. I began to heavily regret having another round of sex with those four. Now, my body was as heavy as dried up cement. But I did not waver. I needed to get dressed and go to my office despite my condition.

I woke up feeling terrible. Every part of my body ached, and my head felt like it was splitting into two. My eyes were heavy and my throat felt dry. I struggled to sit up, my muscles protesting with every movement. As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I realized that my hands were shaking.

It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it left her with a sense of wonder and intrigue. Other symptoms began to reveal themselves, like pieces of a puzzle gradually coming together. A wave of fatigue washed over her, a heaviness that seemed to settle into her bones. Simple tasks became more arduous, and she found herself yearning for moments of rest and reprieve. Her body seemed to demand an extra measure of care and attention, urging her to slow down and listen.

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 . . .