The whole incident had happened weeks ago, a little over a month even, but there where still times when the memory of it seemed more real to Adam than the day it happened. This was one of those nights.
He lye awake in his bed staring at the shadows of the lamp beside his bed which threw circles up on his ceiling. Just focus on the light, he told himself, this will pass. And indeed, he knew it would. But the time it took in between the waves of nausea was almost more that he could bear.
Thin beads of perspiration layered his forehead and he cringed as another pain rolled through his torso. He groaned, rolling onto his side. His sweating persisted, but he refused to kick off his sheets. It was safe under the sheets. With the covers tucked in around his neck he almost hidden. Almost. But not quite enough. He wiggled his arm out of the cocoon he had wrapped himself in and reached for another blanket which he tossed over his head, concealing his body completely.
There, He thought, Perfect
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