By the time I entered the cabin about ten minutes later, I was tired and sore. All I wanted to do at that point was sleep until everything was over. It should have been a quicker walk than that, but I'd ambled along without any real purpose, thinking way too many things over and suddenly feeling guilty for leaving Glenda how I had. She had only been trying to help, to give herself a task, to give me a sense of purpose before leaving to die. It was her job and I threw it back in her face.
I made my way over to my bed and sank down, lying back on top of the sheets with my eyes closed. It was lucky I hadn't changed out of my comfortable clothes, as I felt like I had no energy to even change.
I knew I needed a shower, to refresh properly after our days on the island and the mess everything had thrown at us along the way, but I couldn't bear to move, to even think about rinsing my sensitive and aching body seemed like a task sent from hell. I knew it was going to hurt, so I was avoiding it.
Instead, I lay still and tried to convince myself I'd have one in the morning. Definitely... Maybe.