Ezekiel
Today’s the day. I still have no f**king idea what’s wrong with me. What amount of brain cells I lost, and how that made me agree to let the obnoxious doc teach.
‘I was sold before, but the barely there pj’s drove the point home.’
And then there are the totally unhelpful comments from my Lycan. I hate to admit it, but her image didn’t leave my mind all night. I left early and tried to fix the jumpy circuit she triggered last night… and also to try and swallow what Haden had told me. To say I slept at all what be overexaggerating. I rolled around for about 3 hours and then went for a run. My head was pounding so hard, I couldn’t see straight, and both my prosthetic limbs gave me sh** all day. So I asked Archer to take over the drills today and canceled the one class I had this a
