Charis woke up that morning with a start. Her body felt heavy, and it felt like she could feel the fifty-one kilograms she weighed. Her whole body was hot and her clothes clung to her skin like a second cloth. Did she have a fever?
The filtered sunlight entering the room through the curtained windows illuminated the dark room. She moaned as she pushed herself up, placing the back of her hand on her forehead. She sighed as she repeated the same action with her neck. Pushing off the covers, her weak legs dragged her to the shower, where she almost collapsed. Turning on the cold shower still in her light night gown, she sat under the cold water with her head on her bended knee.
