Nothing had happened for days. I was trapped in an eternal cycle of waking up, being in excruciating pain yet numb at the same time, not being allowed medication due to the medicine at the time risking my heart failing at any moment if taken, pointlessly wondering my solitary house waiting for Steam to come back, going to bed and repeating that again and again and again and again. For most of my hours, I was left in my head.
But I was content. I had my pretty Steam with me. I truly believe that Steam will always be the rock that led me where I am now.
