Chapter 26
Dori
Humming “Beautiful Dreamer” under my breath, I watered my tomato plant from a chipped goblet and then touched the leaves lovingly. They were looking well; I had to appreciate that at least. Because nothing else felt well with me.
Today seemed worse than usual.
My ankles had swelled to the point that they were now bigger around than my actual legs, and each step I took spiked agony through my calves. So I hobbled across the dank room to a stone bench against the wall.
But when I lowered myself to sit, I landed harder than I meant to and had to wince through a hiss of pain that reverberated up my spine. It ping ponged inside my head, aggravating the migraine that had been plaguing me since this morning, and made me pat my upper lip to make sure I didn’t have a nosebleed.
