For the past few days, every time I wake up in the morning, there's this... pain. When I was at my worst this summer, I had days where I would be too tired to get out of bed, but... this is different. I can't quite describe it, because I've never felt anything like it before. At first I thought perhaps I turned wrong on my sleep, but when it happened this morning it... never quite went away.

[He keeps his hands just above his knees, gripping his legs as small waves of pain continue to shoot through them. They've become little more than a bother now that he's become used to it, but it seems like the more he talks about and calls attention to it, the worse it feels.]

I tried to ignore it, but then earlier, in the library, it happened again. I couldn't even bring myself to stand until it died down... just like when I asked you to help me up on the stairs. I didn't want to stand up on my own in case it happened again.