The moment you were back in your familiar environment, you let out a relieved, "Finally home," while stretching. Your mom and dad grabbed their suitcases and headed straight to the master bedroom to unpack. Samantha, on the other hand, stood next to you, seemingly texting someone. Without even looking up, she said in a snarky tone, "So, special boy. Do you want us to treat you like we normally would, or do we now need to ask for special permission to get something from you?"
The only thing you could think was that she could keep her sarcasm to herself. Rolling her eyes, she bumped your shoulder as she walked past you to head to her room. "For a small woman, that kind of hurts," you thought, rubbing the shoulder she'd bumped into.
Once you finally made it to your own room, you set your suitcase down and sorted out only the essentials, leaving the rest to unpack later. With that done, you decided to play some video games and check if any of your friends were online. Unfortunately, no one was. "Maybe tomorrow. Not gonna lie, it's nice to have at least one day before school," you thought.
Still, something was bothering you. You assumed it was from the surgery, but beyond the physical sensation, there was also a weird, nagging feeling you couldn't shake. It was harder to dismiss than the dull ache in your head. Overall, the best way you could describe it was as if your brain was working overtime.
You went down to the kitchen to get some water. You couldn’t forget what the man at the hospital had said to you about drinking enough water. In the kitchen, you met your mom, who was preparing dinner for the evening. The two of you exchanged some light small talk, ending with a reminder from your mom that dinner would be ready in a few hours.
Afterward, you went back to your room and continued your session, still wondering how long this feeling would persist.