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*~*LINCOLN POV*~*
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I hold off on waking up as much as I can. The bed is too comfortable to leave, and I really don’t want to see what my new reality is for the next month. Unfortunately, my bladder overrides anything else.
It’s been a good minute since I’ve heard my door open and close- the same person coming in to switch out my food trays. I only know this because the same smell surrounds the room each time she comes in…. must be some hell of a perfume.
I get up out of bed, my bones cracking from each step I make until all the stiffness is out. As soon as I relieve my bladder and wash my hands, I can’t help but look at my reflection in the mirror. Surprisingly, I don’t look as dead as I thought I would have. I have no idea how long I’ve been out, but my skin seems to be al
