𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

94- Physiotherapy

"Come on, wake up!" I hear a grave agonizing voice yell from right next to my ear.

I groan in my sleep and turn around until I feel a hand pull my duvet off of me with so much power I might as well have flown with it.

"Zina, you have Physiotherapy!" I hear the voice yell again, and I can remember faintly hearing the same exact thing a few seconds ago.

"I heard you the first time." I mumble, still refusing to open my eyes because that will get me out of the peaceful slumber I'm in right now.

"If you're not getting up, Lucas will use your shower."

My eyes immediately fly open, and my back separates itself from my mattress.

Blinking rapidly against the light shining trough my windows, I turn my head and see Adrian trying to contain his laughter next to my bed.

"He's not even home dipshit." He snorts, and he turns around, preparing himself to leave my room.

Before I can even stand up and head to my bathroom, I hear him shout something over his shoulder.

"You need to be done in ten!"

Shit. I wanted to take a shower.

I groan and peel my limbs off of the soft, heavenly bed I was previously laying on, and I slowly make my way over to my bathroom, my crutches supporting my weight.

Normally 10 minutes would be more than enough for a shower if I didn't wash my hair, but with the stupid legs I'm stuck with, it'll be a struggle to even step inside that damned shower cabinet, let alone use the supporter Eleandro installed inside.

I take a look in the mirror and view my messy, tangled bush of hair balancing in a messy bun on the top of my head, and start to take out the scrunchie I hastily put in yesterday.

When my hair is more or less tamed, ans it looks somewhat presentable, I quickly cleanse my face with a foam cleanser, and brush my teeth after.

I decide to not put any product of makeup on today since the only person I'll hopefully will be seeing is the physiotherapist, and he or she won't judge me based on looks. I hope.

I'm still yawning when I decide to wear a tank top with a vest covering my arms, and a pair of blue lightwashed flared jeans.

I slightly smile at seeing the sun enter my room, and realize I'm happy it's almost summer. Only a few months until I will finally be tanning on a beach like I've always dreamed of.

I take my phone from the bedside table where it was charging, and my eyebrows slightly rise when I see it's already 10 am. I have no reason to be tired since I could sleep 3 hours more than I normally can, but I still can't help but feel like I've been out all night.

I make baby steps towards the elevator with my crutches, and try selecting the ground floor button with the end of one of them. I pout when I realize that won't work, and keep it at just tapping the button with my finger.