When Max woke up the next day, he immediately realized he'd been right, his body felt like it had been pulled apart, every inch of it aching. His muscles were sore, bruises flared with heat, and even the smallest movement sent waves of pain through him.
Thankfully, even though it was a school day, he had the day off. That was the first task he'd given to Aron after their new understanding, he had instructed him to inform the school that Max wouldn't be attending. Judging by how wrecked his body felt now, it was clear he wouldn't be going back for at least a few days.
Groaning, Max finally forced himself to sit up, placing a hand against his head as if to stop the spinning.
'What was that whole thing yesterday… things got out of control,' he thought. 'Being ambushed, chased by an entire mob of students, ending up at that tiny medical clinic, running into Abby, and finally that talk with Aron. What was with him yesterday?'
