The night went by quickly.
For Malakai, it was a night filled with pain. However, to him, it was necessary pain, so he hadn't complained for even a second.
He endured it as though he was addicted to it. Then, as morning came, his eyes fluttered open.
The first thing that hit him was a splitting headache, followed by an intense sourness all over his body.
Malakai groaned. 'Shit.' He forced himself up and glanced around the room.
'No sunlight.' It was the first thing he noted. It wasn't morning yet, which meant he hadn't overslept.
'Good.'
He felt the wetness on his bed next and prayed to the heavens that he hadn't peed himself.
If it had been only him, he could simply burn the evidence. But with that chubby ghost living inside him, he doubted if he'd ever escape the shame.
He looked down and sighed in relief.
'It's just sweat.' He thought, ignoring the fact that he had been sweating profusely through the night despite the cold Harmattan weather.
