The World Can Change Its Heart

Logan woke up to air nine am alarm. It was a softer noise than what normal people have. Due to the fact loud noises make em have headaches easier. And ay doesn't want to start the day with that. Ay rolls over to air phone, turning the alarm off. Ay grabs air phone and air glasses. Putting the glasses on and then slowly. And rather painfully stands up out of air bed. That is when ay felt the pain travel up from air ankles to the base of air neck. That was a sign that a flare-up would happen today. It felt almost like an achy pounding pain. The main pain that stood out was more muscular than anything. But ay knew that ay also had joint pain, even if ay can't feel it as much, it's always there, persistent.

Logan groaned, turning on air phone to look at the calendar. When ay saw that today was the day that ay was supposed to go on a date with the others. Ay sighed, "Not today, pain. Today will go just the way we planned even if you persist." Logan had a pained smile, walking over to air bedroom door, ay opened it, and walked over to air living room, directly sitting down on the couch.

Logan groaned a little again, leaning air head back on the back of the couch. How am I going to make some excuse? I can't just call it off today. We all finally had a day off. It's important and if I called it off then what would they think of me? It would be like calling off an appointment day of whether I'm the patient or the doctor, which is a rude thing to do. Logan snapped out of that train of thought when ay heard a ping, meaning the group chat was messaging. Ay turned on air phone, pulling up the texting app.

Roman: Hey, specs. Are you okay? You should be awake right about now.

Logan stared at that message for a long time. Having somewhat of a difficulty processing it before replying, probably because of morning brain fog. Ay typed without thinking.

Logan: You all alright?

Logan avoided the question, rather obviously. Which ay was used to doing, avoiding something that got a little on the nose with whether or not ay's alright. Because ay wasn't okay, air body felt like it was on fire but instead of fire, it's air body having pain all over. So ay typed another message to answer the question.

Logan: I'm good.

Logan looked at that message. Hopefully that would ward off worried boyfriends for now. Logan sighed, looking toward the heating pad. It was nicely tucked in a basket with things like back warmers and throw pillows. It took a while for Logan to even get up off the couch, rather fatigued and hurting. But Logan stood up, out of pure spite, to get the heating pad. Ay put the heating pad to press against air lower back. Ay's been having lower back pain for a little less time than say knee pain, but ay's also had it for about fifteen years. So although that was air worst pain point ay still had experience. Ay sat there with the heat on high, looking at air phone. Ay looked at the messages ay missed while setting up the heating pad.

Patton: I'm alright. Are you sure, Lo? That's not how you usually type.

Virgil: I'm okay. Yeah, what Pat said about you. Are you sure you're okay?

Logan wanted to answer with the truth. Ay really did. Ay wanted to say to air partners that ay hasn't even gotten out of air pajamas yet because of the pain along with fatigue from just waking up in pain. But ay is reminded of all the partners that left em for that exact reason, for being quote-unquote 'A lazy bitch' or mentioning how air pain wasn't as bad a week ago. Even when they know it's a fluctuating thing. Ay also wanted to just reply with a short text saying ay was alright and ay would just use air wheelchair that ay saved up for purposes like this and long walking distances. But that required going out of air apartment, going to air car and opening the trunk and getting it out, which required bending over and Logan knew air back wouldn't enjoy that. Which ay also just didn't have the energy for. Logan was stuck deciding what ay would type and finally gave in to a decision, hoping air partners would be alright with a little white lie.