CHAPTER 23

Whoever said that there’s nothing a good nights sleep can’t cure needs to come talk to me. I will be more than pleased to practically demonstrate certain things that don’t get cured by a good nights sleep.

It was already twelve-thirty pm by the time I woke up.

Getting up from my bed was a bigger task than facing Venom, I’m sure. I couldn’t put too much weight on my hands, there was this constant throbbing in my head, my lungs were screaming at me for every breath I took.

Reaching the bathroom was like winning a fight in itself. That is when I got my first full look at the damage my body had sustained. A cut under my eye that was now swollen along with my cheek, the area between my wrist and elbow was painfully blue and black. Slowly lifting up my t-shirt I saw the huge bruise covering the right side of my body from the area below my breast all the way to my hip.

Fortunately my legs had been spared pretty much save for a small scrape or two. Yup I got lucky there!