The next morning I woke up to a very bad headache. I felt dizzy and light headed. I just wanted to stay in bed and sleep. I felt exhausted and I felt the pain going through my body from my muscles to my bones. I tried to ignore the sun and hid my head under the pillow. But as much as I tried to sleep back, it was impossible as the non-stop knocking on the door didn't let me.

"Get up!" I heard Minho's voice and I pulled the cover over my head and the pillow, thinking if I ignored him, it would stop him. But it didn't. "I'm coming in." He didn't even finish the sentence, I heard the wooden door's creaking noise as he was already opening it.

"Have you ever heard of privacy?" I asked with an annoyed tone, but he didn't seem to mind or just didn't hear the muffled noise under the layers of protection I was hiding in. He walked over to my bed and started kicking the side of the mattress. I groaned in annoyance, but he was very determined in getting me out of bed and didn't care about my ignorance towards him.

"Get up!" He repeated. I unpacked myself from the pile of linen and looked up at him with a deadly glare, but he just stared back with a blank expression. I finally gave in and got out of the bed. If sitting on the side of the mattress counts as getting out anyway. I looked up at Minho while pointing towards the door.

"I need to change, captain obvious. Would you mind leaving?" His expression has finally changed. He looked a bit taken a back at first but luckily I didn't have to repeat myself as he left immediately. I stood up from the mattress, but I almost fell back. I felt wobbly and I knew something was wrong. However I knew if I told Minho, he would have just laughed at me and called me weak or he would have told me that I was just using excuses to get out of practice. I collected all the energy I have left in my body, changed my cloths and walked out of the room to meet my trainer waiting next to the door impatiently.

We walked to our training area in the middle of the field, where the sun was shining straight at us, brighter than ever. He made me start running back and forth at first. In any other situations I was perfectly fine with it, but it wasn't a day like every other. I felt like my whole body weighed a ton, if not more. The sun was burning my already heated body and it didn't make it any easier either. I felt dizzy and I kept gasping for air as if I have never ran in my life. I kneeled down to relax a bit and organise my breathing, hoping I would be able to continue and do better, but Minho didn't like it.

"Hey, get up! We are not done yet." He said while walking up to me. When he stopped I looked up at him with begging eyes to just let me take a breather, but he ignored it and grabbed my arm to pull me up. I have had just enough energy to resist. "Get up, it's not the time to rest."

"Just give me two minutes, Minho. I'm exhausted." I asked as gently as I could, hoping he would understand. But he didn't. Or just simply didn't care.

"Get up!" He repeated with a harsher tone. "Do you think when you are running from the Grievers, they will give you two minutes?" He asked as he successfully pulled me up against my will. "They won't even give you a nanosecond let alone two minutes." He pushed on me assuming he was trying to make me get my shit together, but it felt 10 times stronger than it should have. "Get back into running." He ordered as if we were in the army and so I did as I was told. His forceful behaviour made me want to prove myself. But it didn't take seconds to feel like I was about to throw up again. I really just wanted to give in and lay across the grass meanwhile ignoring his non-stop nagging. I was surprised how he didn't see my performance lacking. I didn't want to believe that he just ignored it. Even he couldn't be that cruel. I was even thinking how I might have been a very good actress of some kind if I could hide how unwell I felt.

"Just let me drink." I asked as I stopped running once again and started panting uncontrollably. I wasn't thirsty particularly, but my lips felt drier than ever.

"Five more rounds and you can drink." I wasn't sure I could have finished the five rounds or not, but I didn't have to think about it long. I barely ran half a lap when I felt the need to stop again for a second as I got completely lightheaded and I felt my knees trembling. I was gasping for air, but it didn't seem to get to my lungs. As if the air refused to go down the right pipe. I started coughing but I couldn't even decide if I have done it myself to get my lungs working or it came as a result of not being able to breath properly. Not long after even my legs decided to give in and I fell down on them, kneeling in the middle of the grass. I heard people's voices coming from afar, but I couldn't understand what they were trying to say. I was finally in one place relaxing, but it still didn't seem to be enough. I felt myself losing my balance and I started falling as I lost both my hearing and sight. It was just calm and dark. Just like when I was sleeping. A feeling I seemed to have forgotten about. I felt finally relaxed and even though I have tried to fight it for what seemed to be eternity, I decided to give myself to the darkness willingly. My body needed it. My brain needed it. I needed it.