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Massimo first sensation was that someone had hit his head with a baseball bat. His back was hurting as if the flesh had been sliced ​​in half and his entire body was weak and stiff. Even his eyelids were heavy as if they were lead, but, as it seemed to be the only part of his body he still had the strength to control, Massimo struggled to open his eyes, grunting slightly as an intense light pierced his vision, making him close it again.

Heck, even his head was beginning to ache. “I… I don’t feel so good.” He turned and wanted to leave but suddenly he felt all the energy in his legs drain away. In an instant, he kneeled down helplessly. “What… What’re you doing?!” Fia had a bad feeling about it when she saw him falling to his knees like this. As though proving that her hunch was right, nerves on Conrad’s forehead swelled up as though they were going to burst! “Hey…! What’s wrong?!”

He too looked at me with sadness and concern. I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my body, especially my back. I screamed, and the woman rushed to steady me. Another flash of memory hit me, and I felt the unbearable blow of a large object hitting my head. I screamed again, and the woman tried to calm me down.

REAGAN'S POV. I blink my eyes open and thick, searing pain courses through the back of my neck, causing me to wince as I struggle to keep my heavy, sleepy eyes open. Slowly, I lift my head and I hear my neck bones snap and the pain grows worse. When I look at the place where I'm seated, I immediately understand the reason why I'm in so much pain. I'm sitting on a bar stool at the wine bar in my office. I drank myself to stupor last night and ended up sleeping at this bar counter. That's why every part of my body hurts, especially my back and neck.

My knees are losing their strength even more He was shaking his head while his eyebrows creased. This man! he was silent for two minutes shaking his head and trying to analyze the situation. This is hopeless. He won't stand for me nor the child. I held the edge of his table and stood up only to find myself falling down. Nanghihina ng masyado ang tuhod ko sa kaba at isa pang dahilang hindi ko malaman. I saw him stand up when he noticed I was falling.

I had already had my NSU slacks on, which are black, so I could kneel on the floor and not worry too much. I have no clue how long I had been in the bathroom, being sick, until someone knocked on the door. I had my head resting on my arm, which was on the toilet. I had my white undershirt on, but never got to put on my peanut butter top yet. I stood up and washed my face with cool water, to try to make myself feel a bit better, but it didn’t help. I opened the door. It was Chief. “Are you ok? You look like death.” I groaned. “Migraine. Bad.” He chuckled softly and made me look up at him. “I think you should take the rest of the day off. You look like you are going to be sick again. Finish ge

She put away the documents, stuffed them into her bag, and stood up. Just as she took a step, her face suddenly wrinkled, and she fell back into the sofa again. She held her head and moaned in pain. Shubi frowned, "What's wrong with you?" "My head hurts. . . It hurts. . ." Shubi secretly pinched her thigh and immediately the pain caused cold sweat to seep out from her forehead and her face was as white as paper. She knew that Shuxuan had always been attentive to medicine and she could tell how much pain was normal.

James said, and he slowly helped me stand up, "you okay?" I nodded, but I winced and held the back of my head when an annoying pain suddenly cursed through my head, down to my neck. I almost forgot that I hit my head a bit hard as we fell down. Everyone was silent as I took deep breaths and rubbed the back of my head a few more times.

Having her in my arms almost made my turmoil disappear entirely. As I am about to fall asleep, pain shoots through my skull like an arrow. Releasing Kyra, I stagger to my feet, gripping the edge of my desk. The pain in my head increases until I am unable to hold myself up. Dropping to the ground on my knees, I keep holding onto the desk.

The moment my eyes cracked open, an agonizing, throbbing headache pinned me firmly to my mattress, rendering me completely unable to lift my upper body. "Fuck," I rasped under my breath. I weakly pressed the back of my hand against the heated skin of my neck, letting out a low groan of frustration. "Why did I have to get sick now?" I muttered to myself, making a desperate attempt to sit up despite the immense lethargy anchoring my limbs.