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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 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.

Outside, the waves kept their slow, steady conversation with the shore. My body made itself known the moment I tried to shift. A deep, thorough ache pulsed between my thighs, pleasant in the way only being well-used could make it, but insistent. My legs felt loose and overstretched. Every small movement pulled at places that still remembered being held open, filled, claimed. I was limping before I even stood.

The room is dim, calm, untouched. Calix isn’t here. My throat feels dry, almost scratchy. I push myself upright carefully, pausing when the room tilts slightly. I wait until everything settles before swinging my legs over the side of the bed. My feet touch the floor. The weakness remains, but it is manageable. I stand slowly. My legs shake once — just once — before I steady myself and begin walking toward the refrigerator across the room. Each step feels cautious, like my body is still deciding whether it trusts me.

I do not know who I am so afraid , but they must have been really bad as I feel my entire being shivering at the thought of coming back here. My knees begin to ache , the splintery wood keeps digging deeper into my wound with each move I make. I decide to instead sit on my ass , so that I could give my knees a break however…I found myself in a problem ; I could not move no matter how hard I tried. It felt just like it did earlier , when I could not move against the wind – but this time , it scares me. I try to prier my knees from the ground , but to with no luck. Then as if gravity was torturing me , I felt my knees lift a little off the ground until my knees are slammed back into their norm

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.

He met Mason outside waiting for him. Early the next morning Lena was up and she struggled out of bed trying as much as possible not to make a sound but her cuts bit her. In the process, she stunned her foot she was already in pain and this was an additional problem, Lena held her bedsheets tears ran down her cheek, and her lips twisted. She sat for a while then she got up to her feet despite the pain. “Ahh!!!” Jeremy grunted when he felt an excruciating pain in his left foot. He tried to wiggle it but it got worse. He stood up but couldn’t walk on it then all of a sudden it was gone as quick as it came.

This isn’t the room I’ve stayed in since coming to the pack house. This room is larger. Quieter. Colder. The sheets are softer. Thicker. Wrong. I peel them off my body and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Plush carpeting greets my bare feet. When I try to stand, my legs tremble violently. Why are they so weak? I take one step. Then another. But the strength drains out of me like water from a cracked glass. My knees buckle and I collapse to the floor with a dull thud.

CHAPTER 34 “My feet are so damn bruised now…” Lena lifted her leg, seated on the floor, while checking her foot. She had pulled off her footwear when she found it difficult to run faster, but now, she was regretting it. “I will wait until it's healed before I continue…” she mumbled and positioned her bag to use it as a pillow, and then she laid down.