I let out an apologetic sigh, "I... I'm sorry..."
"Thank you..."
I let Anna take over as I slowly inched off the driver's seat. My body protested at the increased exertion, but it was the price I had to pay if I wanted to move in my current condition. Heh, I guess Anna was right in forcing me to a bed as opposed to being an idiot that thinks she's more than capable than what she's actually allowed to do.
"And sorry..."
I shook my head at Anna's apology. With one last look, I said my piece, "Hey now, don't apologize. It's my own damn fault that I'm walking around and moving against my healer's wishes."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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