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A twinge of embarrassment ran through me as I thought about Alpha Callan changing me. Shaking my head, I attempted to remove the thought from my mind. Thankful for my height, my feet were nearly touching the ground. I slowly moved off the bed, not sure if my ankle would be able to hold my weight. To my surprise, my ankle was slightly stiff but not overly sore. ‘Thanks,’ I said to Lela. ‘You’re welcome. I tried to concentrate healing there first because, you know, you need to walk.’ Lela chuckled as she spoke, but I knew that she was sincere.

I drаggеd thеm dоwn mу lеgѕ unаblе to bеаr the ѕеnѕаtіоn a moment lоngеr. Wаlkіng bасk thrоugh in juѕt a T-ѕhіrt, I drорреd dоwn оntо thе rug. I wаѕ аlmоѕt ѕіttіng оn top оf the gas fire tо kick-start thе сіrсulаtіоn through mу bоdу. I rаn my hаndѕ uр аnd dоwn mу lеgѕ, rubbіng life back into thеm аѕ mу tееth incessantly сhаttеrеd wіth the соld.

Karina began to feel tired, especially in her calves, which now felt weak. Karina stopped as she reached the starting line again for the second time. Realizing that Karina had stopped, Xavier also stopped and approached her. "I think I'll just jog this far. My legs aren't strong enough to run another lap." Karina said, gasping for breath. Xavier smiled, showing his neat and white teeth, "Alright. I'll run 3 more laps as usual. To prevent any soreness and stiffness, soak your feet in cold water." "Thank you for the suggestion." Karina replied.

With a reluctant, defeated sigh, Lena resorted to sedate, cautious steps. Lena continued to walk with Otto by her side, gradually feeling stronger and more confident in her movements. Her body ached, but it was not debilitating. The increased circulation of air and blood made her feel much more alive, and when she finally reached the main stairs, Lena was eager to test her endurance.

At least Sharon was able to hand them to me when I asked her to. Putting my jeans on was a pain in the rear, but I was able to do it. It took what seemed like an eternity, which infuriated me to no end. It wasn't just that neither of my legs moved at all; in fact, they moved very slightly. I just did not have enough power over them to make them act in the way that I desired. When I attempted to use my legs to assist me — for example, by bending one knee slightly so that I could reach my foot and pull the pant leg over it — they ended up jerking around and basically getting in the way of what I was trying to do.

I don't plan to drink; this is just a momentary weakness. As Jaden explains the interest rate changes to his interlocutor, I set my bag on the coffee table and slip off my shoes, relieved. Since giving birth, my injured knee has bothered me more often, and even walking a few hours in heels leaves me with a dull ache. Jaden has seen me barefoot before, so this is unlikely to negatively impact his libido.

I should get out of bed and prepare for the day. “Ouch!! Ahh!” I feel so wasted. My whole body aches badly. How on earth do I dance tonight? I already spent the whole morning sleeping, and it’s already 2:00 o’clock. Fuck! How do I even walk when my legs feel so shaky? “Gosh! Walking slowly to the bathroom, I hold the wall for support, as I feel my core throbbing with so much pain that I just can’t imagine the spectacle I’ll make of myself if I dare to dance tonight. My limbs feel so stiff.

"Is there anything you're looking for over there? " Speak of the devil. Leah is standing and staring down at me. I give her a wary look when she extends her hand but I take it before she rescinds the help. My legs scream in pain. '"Shit, my legs feel like they're made of butter." She shrugs. "It's like that sometimes, especially after exercise. You did well with the buckets though, you're not as weak as you look." My face threatens to light up but I suppress it.

I need to do this. I try again, and again I stumble. No matter what position I do, it doesn’t work. My turns are choppy, my legs no longer lift as high as they did, and my additional weight seems to make everything more difficult. It’s like my body has forgotten how to dance. I am clumsy, and my ankles are weak. I grit my teeth in frustration. “Come on! Please! Don’t take this away from me, too!” I rise to the ball of my foot, but the snap of my ankle forces me to the ground. I grab onto it and cry softly. “I-It’s gone. I can’t dance anymore…”

I asked. My eyes darted down the hallway as I stepped out of the ward, my legs still tremble as I walk. Surely, it'll take a while for me to balance my movements. Slowly, the numbness feeling in my foot reduce gradually, but wish I'm able to move faster. At the moment, I fell like a little child who's still learning to walk.