A sudden, searing pain shot through Aija's right calf, causing her hand to jerk, the water bottle hitting the floor with a resounding crash, water splashing everywhere.
Oh no, a cramp hit!
Aija slid down the wall, her hands clutching her throbbing calf, sweat breaking out from the pain, a wave of melancholy washing over her.
She used to practice for six hours straight without a hitch, but after a year of being unconscious, she had become so frail, as if she were a beginner again.
Clenching her fist, she struck her calf with a punishing blow, the pain nearly bringing tears to her eyes. She loathed this clumsy version of herself; it was utterly pathetic!
"Aija, what are you doing?" A stern voice barked from the doorway.
"Elvire, I..." Aija looked at Elvire, panic flickering in her eyes
