Hearing strange grunts and growls wakes me from my sleep. The boys must be close, just as Vlad had commanded. The sun beams in the window, warming my back, I can hear someone downstairs clattering dishes and some soft chatter. My body feels sore from the day before. The illness had left it’s mark, along with Vlad, my body needed a little TLC today. No morning run or training for seven days. Rising up, I slowly creep out of bed and snail pace it to the bathroom. Taking everything slow, to prevent any dizzy spells or falling. I make it to the bathroom, do my business, and then head to my closet. Moving slowly and quietly, not to alert anyone that I was being stubborn and doing things on my own. I sift through hanging shirts and choose a loose, airy shirt with quarter sleeves, a pair of legging that are snug, soft, and comfortable. Of course my thin cushioned socks and a comfy pair of cloth boots. I
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