Chapter 34

The next time I wake up my limbs are heavy as rocks from the overuse and abuse and every time my lungs fill with air not only themselves hurt, wheezing with the constant burning from the lack of air when I fought against the river, but from brushing against the many internal injures and broken bones I must have at this point, hopefully not being punctured by any broken bones.

And at this instance is not a matter of strength, not a matter of will anymore, is a matter of my limbs being so numb that they don't respond to my commands anymore, of pushing myself over my limits and paying the price for it all in tiredness, pain and heaviness of a sickened body brought too close to death too many times in the space of mere minutes.

Funny how time works, no one blinks an eye at losing some minutes on daily basis, but a few of those were enough to overturn my life and kill my hopes and dreams.