Lying on the ground full of dried leaves, a tip of grass hit my clothes and reached to my skin. It tickled me, but I had not moved. My body was not responding to what I had thought, wanting to stand and run, but it was nothing. Atticus told me it wasn't the effect of the vaccine but had told me it was related to the past. But I wanted to correct him that it was not, and I didn't understand what happened to me either. Later, I started to open my eyes, which were still a bit blurry.
Atticus started telling me about something I couldn't hear and comprehend. His mouth formed, and he somewhat asked me if I was fine. Even if I wanted to reply, I couldn't do so. My mouth wasn't opening.
