Chapter 21: The Day Arden's Body Finally Filed a Complaint
Lee Arden Santos did not wake up. “Which,” honestly, “was already suspicious.” Ordinarily, Arden woke up loudly—complaining, groaning, negotiating with the universe for five more minutes of life. Today. Nothing. “No screaming.” “No whining.” “No unnecessary commentary.” That was the first red flag. “The second red flag was when Arden woke up ten minutes later and attempted to sit up—” --and the world spun wildly on its side. “NOPE,” Arden croaked, falling back into the bed. “THE EARTH IS ATTACKING ME.” His throat hurt. His head pounded. His body ached as though it had been smashed by a truck driven by remorse and booze. He sniffed. Bad idea. All hurt. “…I am dying,” he whispered weakly. “I survived the mafia… only to be taken out by germs…” He pulled out his phone. Went by.
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