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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.

Gianna I wiggle my toes, feeling relieved that I got rid of that heavy cast. However, I still have to wrap my leg in a crepe bandage to provide extra support to my leg for a few more days. I think I can live with that. I am still slightly limping, as when I put the entire weight of my body causes slight discomfort in my leg. But other than that, I am perfectly fine. I have been feeling oddly happy since the moment I woke up today. And my happiness reached another level when I found out that Jarek might be returning today.

My legs had started to get sore along the line, which was why I had been moving around on the cough over and over again, in order to get the discomfort out of my legs, and also in order to lessen the amount of discomfort which I had started to feel from both legs. I stretched my legs out before me and tap my legs against the floor, feeling how my legs, which were covered with a pair of pop socks, started to move around against the tiled floor, and it felt almost slippery against my feet. I liked that feeling. I said to myself as soon as I had my feet against the floor and liked how it had felt against my feet, the fact that my feet were currently covered in pop socks made the whole feeling m

She had been walking back and forth in high heels at the venue for over three hours today, and her calves were very tired. Nowadays, the person sat on the sofa, feeling a bit lazy and not wanting to move at all. Terry took off his coat and walked over to her, sitting down beside her. "You've worked hard, baby." Jessica leaned back on the sofa, tilted her head and looked at him, "Actually, it's not too bad." Upon hearing her words, Terry raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are your calves tired?" Jessica nodded and didn't lie to him, "It was a bit sour."

LESSIE My legs were on fire. Every step felt like knives cutting into the soles of my feet, and still that stranger kept walking as though the earth itself was carrying him forward. His hood was pulled low, shadowing most of his face, but I didn’t need to see his expression to know he was utterly indifferent to my pain. “Wait, please…” My voice cracked as I stumbled, my knees threatening to buckle. “When are we going to rest? I can’t keep doing this. We've been walking for hours and still no sign of a building. I'm tired, I just can’t.”

"I’ll help you with the heels. Just take it slow." I nodded, grateful for her support. Walking in these heels felt like trying to balance on a tightrope. My legs were shaky, and every step felt painful. I didn't get many shoes back at home, only sandals and worn out flats, I gripped Azel’s arm a little tighter, afraid of tripping over my own feet.

Touch and hold them. “Where did the time go?” I rasp, my emotions seeping into my voice. The air rushes into my lungs as we step out. Cold. Ash. I breathe in and slowly exhale. With each step down the stairs, my legs tremble, the straps of my sandals bite into my swollen feet. Painfully tickling. I rest my hand on my lower back, moving my legs a little at a time. I’m suddenly irritated by the fabric of my joggers clinging to my legs when all I want is some cool breeze.

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