Chris's POV
My life has become nothing short of a miserable hell since the gods duo. Every inch of my body still burns like it’s on fire, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel useless—broken.
I grab my crutches and slowly rise from the bed, ignoring Caroline, who’s sitting in the corner, talking my ears off like I asked for her company. Her voice is like a mosquito buzzing too close, annoying and impossible to ignore.
As I take one step, my knees buckle under my weight. Pain rips through me. I hate this. I hate the weakness. Caroline jumps up and catches me before I hit the floor, but I push her away roughly.
“Get your hands off me,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous.
“Please,” she says softly, her voice coated in worry. “Let me help you. You’re not used to the crutches yet
