Getting out of bed was a challenge. My body felt like it weighed a ton and it was getting heavier every minute. It was funny how things could get so bad so fast. Just a few minutes ago, I had been at Eleanor's bedside, had instructed the guards on what to do and I had done a lot of other stuff. Now, I could barely get myself out of bed. With a sudden burst of energy, I balled up the bed covers in my fist and flung them away from me. They landed on the floor. My grey nightshirt had turned black. It was so soaked with sweat that its color was barely recognizable.
I slowly stood on legs that felt wobbly. The place on my leg where I had been cut throbbed painfully. I took a step forward, then two. Giving up I sat down heavily on the bed. The jarring movement sent waves of pain from my spine,
