"Oh god, how long is this going to take?" I groaned as Anthony dabbed the sweat off my forehead with a cloth. "I don't know if I can handle this much longer," I said, feeling lightheaded.
Every part of me hurt, even just breathing. It was already four in the afternoon, and I had been dealing with this agony since I woke up.
"It usually eases up by nighttime," Anthony reassured me.
My eyes widened at that. I couldn't fathom enduring this torture until nightfall. "I can't do this, Anthony. I'm not strong enough," I told him, tears streaming down my face. "Please, can't you do something to make it stop?" I pleaded, my voice breaking. "I'm just not strong enough," I repeated, shaking my head.
Anthony wiped away my tears. "Shh," he said, trying to comfort me. "I hate that you're going throu
