Michael
I woke up hazy and sweaty, perspiration rolling down the sides of my head. What the f**k? What time is it? I turned my head to look at the clock, but it was blurry like I had a clear plastic bag over my eyes.
Did I somehow transfer into Bran’s body? I’m sure this is what he sees without his glasses.
I tried to get up, but I felt incredibly weak, as if I were intoxicated—no, it was something else, and it felt so much worse. I stood up and staggered a little. What is wrong with—
“s**t!” I cursed when I stumbled and hit the pointy edge of my table with my side.
My vision spun, and I started tilting toward the ground. I hit the floor with a thud, and that’s when I realized what was about to happen.
Thank f*****g goodness, but I knew this was going to be painful as s**t. The bones
