Ryan slowly reached his apartment building, slowly opened his door, and entered the room. He then made his way to his bed, throwing the hoodie towards the side table as he fell on the bed, face-first.
He shut his eyes, and slowly the sleep caught up to him. Ryan woke up face down on the mattress. The sleep that he got last night was the kind that didn't let him rest—it knocked him down to a deep slumber, his whole body ached, and his muscles were in agony.
His knuckles were completely swollen, his ribs were sore, and every joint in his body felt like someone had twisted it in the wrong way.
He let out a small groan, rolling back onto the mattress. "Oh, fuck! God damn it," he muttered under his breath, pain buried deep inside of his voice, and slowly raised his hand to his face as he pressed his palm onto his face. "And I have to do it all over again... NO fucking breaks... ughh, I might die one day."
[System: Host, do it—and then you'll be able to rest as much as you want.]
