“Come on, I can take it! One more, one more!” Sarah grunted. She growled and gnashed her teeth, sweat dotting her body, with one fat drop snaking down across her nose. She couldn’t do anything about that at the moment though. With one last herculean effort, she forced herself upright. Her muscles screamed in protest, but she finished off another squat. She chuckled a bit, relived that she managed to get to this point again. It had been a hard road, but she was getting better. Months of surgeries and rehabilitation, but it was all worth it.
Almost as if on cue, her knee started to ache. Then it started to tremble. “Shit,” she hissed under her breath.
Unbidden, the pain sent her mind back. The battle on Earth left her broken. Burned, bones shattered, she was a mess. She heard afterwards how shocked the doctors were that she was even still alive, and even more shocked that she had been able to move enough to finish the fight. She had to though, there wasn’t going to be another chance.
She tried to stop it, but her mind replayed that moment that Harbinger’s blast consumed the field. The agony she felt afterwards and fighting through it to struggle to her feet and move on. The pain of losing Anderson…
Her knee gave another lance of pain, causing her to grunt and almost lose her feet. It snapped her out of those moments. The automated systems detected her issues and activated the fail safes. The bar started to grow lighter as the mass field faded down. In a short time, it weighed next to nothing and she set it aside.
She grabbed her towel and mopped at her brow. Sitting down on the bench, Sarah was careful to keep her mind from drifting back. As usual, it proved easier when her knee wasn’t acting up. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to settle down. She could feel her heart thundering in her chest, her blood racing through her body, Both returned to closer to her normal post-workout levels soon enough. Her knee still gave a little fit as she rose, but nothing major.
Heading for the door, she paused for a moment when she passed the mirror. She eyed her body, noting how her hair clung to her neck and forehead. Her sports bra and shorts were not spared either; both were soaked and stuck tight until she really pulled on them. Sarah grimaced a bit when she saw that her former six pack hidden for the most part. The same for the muscles in her arms and legs. She wasn’t fat by most stretches of the imagination, but the extensive time she spent laid up and being doted on had taken a toll on her workout regimen.
She wondered if she should fire up the treadmill or something… But then her knee gave a little prickle at the thought. She sighed and shook her head. Nothing more she could do about that today. Tomorrow she would do better, for sure.
Once Sarah stepped out the door, she froze. Something delectable filled the air. Putting her plans for a shower on hold for the moment, she followed the scent towards the kitchen. Once there, she smiled upon seeing the chef.
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