Painful lesson

Mike was really pissed off. He screwed up his vacation, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had to accept and bear with it.

As soon as he heard that the car drove away, he got up and jumped on one leg to his suitcase, and pulled out clothes which would be less obstructive in his general movements like, a loose T-shirt and short cotton shorts. He hung his ironed clothes on the armchair standing next to the bed.

He returned to the bed and unwrapped the bandage. His ankle didn't look the best. The hematoma was visible on the entire surface of his ankle, despite the already quite large swelling.

Considering the state of his injury, he was sure that the best solution after all was to stay at home.

He lied down, tipping from side to side impatiently for a while, but couldn't fall asleep. Too many thoughts swirled in his aching head.

He got up and decided to change the atmosphere of the semi-dark room a bit.