Every second that passed was pure agony, liquid fire feeling like it was running through my veins. I knew, without a doubt, that I was not supposed to be feeling like this. And if I was, and this was normal, then why hadn’t anyone bothered to warn me about it? After all, what would it have cost them to tell me that I would feel like I was dying? It would have cost nothing more than a moment of their time. But there was no point in harbouring resentment towards everyone who had the chance to tell me what to expect and they hadn’t. After all, what would the point of it all be? I would just end up forgetting about it, or even worse, I would remember it, and not do anything about it. And if I had to make an assumption, I had a feeling that it was going to be the latter of the two. There was a light layer of fur covering my skin, and I had to admit that it looked horrible. I was still incapable of moving without causing myself immense pain, but I could see the back of my hand and I consi
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