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I couldn't even move my right arm well without feeling the ache on my shoulder blade. The accident had left severe injuries on my back, and my shoulders, and also my knee. It was serious and I couldn't even look at it clearly earlier this morning. The pain in my knee was more serious, because I was practically limping at the moment, though one wouldn't easily notice.

I groan and do my best to push myself up, but my right arm is pinned beneath my body. When I try to move it, my shoulder sends a blinding pain through my body. I eventually push myself with my good arm enough to roll onto my side. From there, I use the side of the bed to pull myself into a sitting position. Medicine. I need medicine to get rid of this fever and the pain. I’m not sure what’s wrong with my shoulder, but for now, the most pressing thing is to get medicine. So, I reach forward and pull the drawer open.

It glances off his chest with a hard thump. Instead of falling over, he pauses, then looks at me with murder in his eyes. Ares is in awful shape, but his anger is beyond feeling mortal pain. I try to secure my sword with both hands, but it’s impossible. My bad arm feels numb, but not numb like I would expect it to with a severe shoulder injury. I look down at my arm. Black veins are spreading down to my fingers. I crane my neck to see my shoulder. The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body.

It’s followed by a sharp sting that shoots through the joint, but it fades before I even finish the run. I shake out my arm once, grip the ball tighter, and score the first touchdown. Yet, I take another hit when a defender drives straight into my chest, forcing my shoulder backward. An electric jolt of pain shoots down my arm, followed by a strange tingling in my fingers. Taking in deep breaths, I flex them once, then twice. I exhale shakily when they respond. “Good enough,” I whisper to myself, then jog back to the line as if nothing happened.

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.

Louder than the hum of the single flickering bulb that buzzes like a dying insect above my head. I am hunched over the wooden table, my forehead resting on the cool surface, slick with my own cold sweat. My right arm is stretched out, pinned down like a butterfly in a display case. The pain isn't intense anymore. It has grown. It is a living, breathing thing. It throbs in time with my heartbeat, a heavy, sickening pulse that travels from my hand up my arm, exploding into my shoulder and neck. Every beat of my heart pumps more blood out, sending a fresh wave of agony through my fried nerves.

My ribs throb with a dull ache every time I inhale, a lingering echo of the punch that knocked the wind out of me. I try to move, but my body feels too heavy, swollen, and foreign. Pain radiates through my face, throughout my whole body. I grab my left arm still on an arm sling. My tongue pushes against the wires in my mouth, tasting the coppery hint of blood and antiseptic. And then I see her.

The pain came in waves rather than a single strike, giving me just enough time to register it before it changed again. My shoulders were next. They dragged backward as if pulled by force, joints rotating as bone shifted position. The sensation was deep and heavy, reaching places I had never been aware of before. My arms followed, lengthening as the joints realigned. The pressure traveled down to my elbows and wrists, where it stalled for a moment before continuing.

With my hand in the air like that, my shoulder starts to hurt and my hand starts to shake. “Hold it up” he orders hoarsely but with each passing moment, the pain gets worse. I have no choice but to drop my hand and watch the sword fall to the ground. “My shoulder hurts” I tell him, “I can’t… Walking up to me, he spins me around and grabs my shoulder without saying anything. He places his hand on my back and I immediately feel my bone snapping to place and the pain slowly dying off. “This will not permanently seal the pain but it won’t be as intense as before”

But out of nowhere, my body suddenly became tense, and I felt a stabbing pain in my shoulder. My face grimaced as I placed my hand over the painful spot. "What's wrong?" Cole turned to glance at me, but my eyes were locked on the table. "Ray?" "I-I... it hurts," is all I can blurt out before a wave of pain crashes in from where the scar on my shoulder was, and I cry out as my knee gives out. "Rayline!" He was instantly at my side, his eyes wandering around me as he tried to figure out what was going on. "Rayline."