Bab 136: Hey, don’t leave me hanging!

I felt like throwing up.

I shoved the instiller gently on the floor. It was too pricy for me to throw it and break it. I really wanted to though. 

There were loud knocks on the door but I could barely move. 

I felt more than just sick. I knew it was going to be a grueling process but seriously? Seven friggin hours!? That was more than just double. And the intensity just kept on increasing without stopping. 

If these loud knocks hadn't forced me out, I might or might not have been dead and that wasn't an understatement. 

When it started it hurt but it wasn't unbearable but as time moved on, it got more and more painful, and there were no kill switches. I had to live through the whole thing. Like seriously. 

Knock!

Knock! 

Knock!

It was hell. Nay! It was worse than hell. 

Knock! "You in there? Still alive? Should I break in or get help?"