Without Knowing (When You Wake Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

decided the need to stay in my room was overrated. As I thought through my plan, it became a trip and this little trip required a shower and fresh clothes. The shower alone was enough to make me want to cancel my little excursion into the wilderness beyond my bedroom door.
    I finished the dramatic samba of dressing myself and adjusted the crutches under my arms, as my need to breathe fresh air was stronger than the new pain I was feeling. I would have to thank Caleb for only allowing me to do two things with my day for the last month, stay in bed and walk to the bathroom. Mobility and strength were not my friends.
    I stood for a moment, debating if I was ready to play Brimstone Dodge Ball if and when, Caleb realized I left my bubble. The debate was brief. I continued towards the door.
    Each step closer to the door leading to a little freedom made it harder to breathe. My heart raced with anticipation. I had only seen the outside of my room once, and it was not the fun experience that I would choose to be the last memory I have before I die of solitude in this nice but undesirable room.
    One-step out, crutches following as I refused to let them leave before I could. They were holding me up, but this is not how I repay them for carrying my butt around.
    As I peered down the hall, I realized my room was situated with only one exit straight ahead. Towards the end of the hallway, I had the option of turning to the right and I would be passing the clinic or continuing straight, which could lead me down the stairs and through the front doors. The obvious choice would lead me to the fresh air and yet, I was still standing here already out of breath.
    Heave ho and we're off. I’m pretty sure I had more energy before I spent a month on my ass eating crap. Good to know this is what happens. Noted.
    Oh yes, the stairs, blasted things. I must take the crutches with me and avoid falling face first down a staircase built for Queen Elizabeth entering a royal ball. Grand style entrancing it up, Mr. Caleb. High class.
    I'm sure using the stairs would be easier, if I had at least one completely functioning leg. While one leg was in a brace, the other hardly had the strength to hold the other upright. The many tests done in clinic concluded there was plenty wrong with me, and the jargon made it sound like I was on my death bed. Caleb decided it was best I stay in a bed, I’m sure, just in case.
    I still planned to defeat the unnecessarily grand staircase. Defect of legs that won't cooperate, falling on my ass. Better, the newly enlarged hind quarters, suffer than the already unrecognizable face.
    Bright idea I'm sure I will later regret; I proceeded down each step on my bum. Each scoot kindly worked with my discombobulated body making little noise. I reached the bottom three steps and adjusted my crutches to brace for my sudden weight change. They were happy to oblige. Note to self: give these bad boys a good polish for holding me upright.
    I carefully made my way towards the front door. Although it should have taken eight steps max, somehow I lengthened that journey by eighteen, or the door just keeps moving away from me until it doesn’t want to play games with me anymore. Because that’s what I need right now. After only a few breathers from my room to where I stood in front of the door that hid the sun and grass, I reached for the handle unaware it was booby-trapped.
                   The shock burned my hand, pausing briefly before I felt it rush through my entire body. The sensation was slightly recognizable, more than my face, and oddly a nice change of pace to the large cloud blocking my memories. My crutches fell to my feet, as the large throw rug covering the hardwood floors welcomed my aching body unkindly.
    "Someone…" I chattered.
    The static coursing through me, even though familiar, grew unpleasant and increased my internal feeling of despair. For a moment I was relieved. I felt myself walking with ease up the long