Raelynn let out a long breath, sprawled on the bed with her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The room felt smaller with every passing hour of doing nothing. Sloane had firmly advised her to rest, pointing out her sore back as the main reason she shouldn't move around too much. Though she was grateful for the care, boredom gnawed at her. Every second stretched into minutes, and every minute felt like an hour. She shifted slightly, wincing as her back protested. Staying in bed was frustrating, but it was better than enduring pain while moving around.
Eventually, nature called, and she decided she couldn't avoid getting up any longer. Bracing herself, Raelynn swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, the ache in her back sharp but bearable. She shuffled to the bathroom, holding onto the wall for extra support.
