No rest for the Wicked

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Damian is up bright and early while I toss over to the other side pulling a pillow over my head. “Didn’t sleep, well did you?” he asks as he is about to go in the shower. “No” I answer short and mardy. I just need it to be quiet so I can try to sleep a little longer. Damian walks into the shower I try to push myself back to sleep but it’s just not happening. My back is aching in short waves and its pulling towards my tummy. Breathing through it currently helps. Can’t take more painkillers yet, maybe the doctor is able to give me stronger medication later. I look around as to what I can do. I get my phone out of the draws to listen to some music, luckily this time it still got charge in it. Popping my headphones in I try to ignore everything around me. I try to get comfortable but these c

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