Lumi pushed himself up the rest of the way with one hand. Moving hurt. Moving hurt rather a lot, actually. Szayel was right about that much. He felt awful. Truly terrible. Everything ached, all of his muscles seemed to protest against him sitting straight, moving his legs to the side of the bed, and attempting to get up.
He couldn't work out why. The gunshot was enough to have caused a problem in the arm and shoulder, that was for certain, but the rest of it? He felt as though he'd over-exercised enough for his muscles to stiffen as a result of that, which was absurd. He knew that he hadn't.
Lumi made a soft noise of discomfort as he made to stand, a frown on his face.
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Date: 2016-05-25 04:27 pm (UTC)He couldn't work out why. The gunshot was enough to have caused a problem in the arm and shoulder, that was for certain, but the rest of it? He felt as though he'd over-exercised enough for his muscles to stiffen as a result of that, which was absurd. He knew that he hadn't.
Lumi made a soft noise of discomfort as he made to stand, a frown on his face.