Karla’s pov
I woke up that morning feeling a bit off and although the argument with Alaric and talking to the nurse didn’t help me, I still felt like maybe I should actually do something to help myself instead of laying in bed all day.
I felt heavy as my arms felt like they had been filled with so much. My legs also felt weak and I knew I had to do something about this.
I tried to sit up but something wasn’t right. My legs weren’t working
With each failed attempt to sit up, my limbs grew heavier and more unresponsive.
Panicked breaths came faster at the realization that I couldn’t budge myself an inch off the bed.
Within seconds the door flew open and Alaric rushed in. His usually calm face was etched with concern as he made his way to my side. “Karla, what’s wrong?” he asked, his vo
