Long Rest (1)

Some time later, Ken left PNC park and made his way back to the hotel across the road. He had only been able to pitch a few times before losing all of his strength. The coach promptly dismissed him and said that they would be in touch.

Ken managed to make it into his hotel room and shrug off his clothes before collapsing onto the bed. He began to shiver and got under the covers, feeling fatigue.

'Damn it…'

He felt as weak as a newborn baby right now, and there was nothing that he could do about it. His stomach growled and his throat was dry. Worst yet, the feeling of the sheets on his skin was grating.

[Mika recommends user drink some water.]

Ken groaned. No part of him wanted to get out of bed, but she was right. He needed to get some fluids into him, otherwise he might be in danger.