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I folded it and pressed again until the bleeding slowed. My hands were shaking as I reached for the vegetables. I pulled out a carrot and a knife and set them on the cutting board, but my fingers couldn't seem to grip the handle properly. The knife clattered against the board, and I had to stop and press my palms flat against the counter and take a breath. My shoulder throbbed with every heartbeat, and my jaw was stiff and sore, and I could already feel the swelling starting to puff up the skin under my chin.

My ankles swung slightly in the air, as my bare feet hit the cold floor. My feet still ached a lot more than I wanted to admit, although most of my pains came from my legs. I was used to pain, even though I hated it, but my shoulders hurt, especially over my left shoulder blade. And my ribs were sore…well, more sore than they usually would be. I assumed it was because I didn’t exercise properly recently.

I'm sure she was worried. I looked around when I spotted the button over my left side. I sighed, reaching that button seemed like a lot of work right now. I took a deep breath before leaning towards my left to reach the button. I felt a scalding pain in my left shoulder and I couldn't help it but I cried out in pain. That would get a nurse's attention because it was semi-cry and part growl. My right hand touched my left shoulder to numb the pain and I felt a padding of bandages in my shoulder. Was my shoulder the reason I was in the hospital?

Pretend there's free pizza at the finish line. But suddenly, I feel it. Pain. Sharp, stabbing pain in my shoulders. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. It's exactly what Nath warned me about last night. The overtraining. The exhaustion. The consequences of not listening to the person who actually knows what he's talking about. I thought that after practicing so much, it wouldn't be this bad. I thought I'd be fine. I was wrong. So, so wrong. The pain is intense, restricting my movements with every stroke. Each time I try to pull my arm through the water, it feels like someone's stabbing my shoulder with a hot knife.

Morning drive. Steering wheel. The dashboard screen flashes. The accelerator that I couldn't release. Then— The crash. My body tensed reflexively. And that's when the pain hit. My right shoulder felt like it was being forcibly pulled out of its socket again. Sharp pain radiated up to my neck. My breath caught. I tried to move my right hand. Big mistake. The pain made me hiss softly without realizing it. That small movement was enough to stir something beside me. The sound of a chair sliding quickly.

my question died down in my throat as I felt a sharp pricking pain in my left shoulder. Dizziness hit me as the pain in my shoulder increased. I looked down at it and found blood slowly building at the spot. I looked back up at Chris as my legs weakened and my vision blurred –Annabeth had come through with her threat.

The moment I stepped out of the restaurant, something inside me felt… empty. A strange feeling lingered in my chest, then the pain came. Slow at first and then stronger. It spread across my chest in waves, dull but heavy. I pressed a hand against my chest, my steps slowing as the pain got worse. I quickly moved to the side and grabbed onto a billboard for support. My breathing became uneven, sweat formed on my forehead. Just as the pain peaked, a hand suddenly held my arm.

SLAM. By the middle of the first period, my whole body was screaming in pain. My left shoulder was badly bruised, and every single breath I took felt like a sharp knife poking my chest. They were trying to tire me out completely. They wanted to break my bones so I could not skate fast or use my quick moves anymore.

she asks, and I smile, nodding again. “No more pain? No nausea?” I nod once more, and she exhales deeply in relief. “Have some food,” I say, pushing the larger tray toward her. She waves it off. When she doesn’t take it, I grab another slice of toast, finishing it along with my omelet. I drink the last of the juice and lean back in my seat, satisfied. The sharp pain in my shoulder returns, and I try to suppress a groan. I don’t want to explain how I argued with her son last night, ran to my parents, and almost got robbed.

The blade. A sharp breath escaped from my lips. I honestly would have thought that it had all been a bad dream but then I was struck with a massive pain that shot through me. It stretched from the top of my head and traveled all the way down my body, settling mainly in my lower chest and right side of my face. I tried to push myself up but immediately cringed at the unexpected pain that spiraled in my wrist. I attempted to place more of my weight on my other arm and had better luck.