Their Wife
Her hands clasped around my wrists
“What’re you doing? You need to rest—“ I shook my head in disbelief, feeling a rush of dizziness and queasiness overpower me, as if I had been abruptly thrown into the depths of an unsteady ship amidst a raging storm. With cautious steps, I gingerly planted my foot onto the cold, hard floor, hoping to ground myself, but unfortunately, the overpowering wave of nausea seemed relentless in its pursuit of my weakened state. My legs, now as feeble as a newbor’s, began to waver uncontrollably, threatening to give way beneath me and send me sprawling to the ground.
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