Novel & Cerita How To Fix Wobbly Table Legs

Whatever this illness was, it was kicking her *ss more than any wolf or person ever had. After regaining her breath, Waverly used her knuckles once more to help move each leg off the bed. They felt stiff and heavy but were surprisingly the easiest part of this journey. One they were on the ground and her feet brushed the carpet underneath them, she pushed off the bedside table, brining herself to a standing position. Her legs wobbled under the pressure after not being used for the day and she felt lightheaded. Waverly used the table to steady herself and stopped to let the moment pass.

But maybe I could fashion some kind of tool from the room's meager contents. As I searched the room, my eyes fell on the small table. Its legs were held on by screws—if I could loosen one, it might make a weapon. I knelt down, twisting at the screws with my fingernails. They were tight, but slowly began to give way. A noise in the hallway made me freeze. Footsteps approached, then passed by. I let out a shaky breath and resumed my work with renewed urgency. After what felt like hours, I finally worked one of the legs free. It was heavier than I expected, solid wood that felt reassuring in my grip. I positioned myself behind the door, heart pounding as I waited.