It was the worst. His body trembled uncontrollably, scared. If there was something that scared him the most in this world, that was getting sick.
"No…" His voice became so weak that it lost its usual tone. "Hell no."
The last memory of being unable to move freely and bound to that machine filled with cables flashed in his mind. He was scared. Scared that the freedom he regained would be gone in just a month.
Naturally, his mind knew that it was probably just exhaustion and cold. But the traumatic experience was still traumatic. He couldn't help but think of the worst.
"Damn…" He tried to push his body again. This time, he managed to sit down and operate his smartwatch, bringing up a contact list. "I need help… I can't stay alone like this, or it will only get worse."