I was not mentally... and physically ready for that.

The aching weight of consciousness flooded my muscles as I groaned and winced. The lagging of my pulps making my moves clumsy. I paused for a minutes, collecting myself. I licked my dried lower lip.

My muscles and knees were still shaking as I walked, I just woke up at the clinic. I guess I only lost consciousness for about twenty minutes, I just ran away from there since I don't want to talk about what happened earlier. I bit my lower lip and looked at the uniform that had landed earlier on the chair, there was a note there that...