'Ugh...'
For a while now, Keith groaned from the constant waves that rocked back and forth inside his head from the dizziness he had. His body was all sore, and his eyelids became too heavy to open them.
He couldn't move.
Bedridden—stuck and waited like it was forever.
Fear initially took over his body, but he was valiant to face them head-on, for he had fared worse amidst the trepidation and trails of life.
Every part of his muscles refused to follow what his mind commanded, yet he wasn't the one to give up—with clenching jaws and tightening around his core—as he pushed through a little squirm against the warm, cozy bed that embraced his back.
After several attempts, he only lifted a finger on his left hand, which was already a big improvement.
For that, he huffed out, then calmed down for a breather; It wasn't hard to try it once again, but the spell cast upon him was so strong that he had to do one step at a time.
