Literature
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 28
If you’ve learned anything throughout this ordeal, it was that orange juice tasted sickly sweet with four aspirins in your system.
The pain still ached like a bitch, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before. It felt like a big bruise someone kept whacking with a white hot pole but it was bearable. That was the key word here. If you couldn’t bear the pain anymore, everyone around you agreed that was the time you were going to the hospital.
No buts, ands, or ifs about it.
Despite the pain, it was so relieving to hear that, no, the damage hadn’t gone beyond just a graze. And, yes, your pain tolerance was absolute shit and