The next morning Lance awoke feeling numb and lifeless. He felt like his entire body was weighed down, like his skin was too heavy to carry on his shoulders. He barely noticed Luis calling his name until he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist, dragging him up and making him stumble backwards a bit.
as he was dragged along. Why couldn't Luis let him sleep? That would've been the easiest thing to do right now.
But Lance really didn't want to spend another minute in that room. He just wanted to leave, go somewhere else, anywhere else, just to not be here anymore. "Let me go! I'm fine! Go back to bed you idiot."
he grunted. Luis just laughed as he tugged harder, pulling Lance along and pushing him into the hallway so Lance stumbled forward into a wall, knocking some pictures off the shelves above him, which earned him an angry glare from his friend.
