Taking a few more minutes to regain her strength and allow more mana to enter her body, Valerie rolled over as she still laid on the floor. She stared at her legs, the useless things they were now as her disease had absolutely ravaged her muscles, and still was to this day.
It ate her alive, bringing with it serious bouts of agony and put her life expectancy at mid-thirties, at the best.
She had honestly gotten used to all of those things. The pain and the certainty of death. It was easy to face them with a smile and put on a brave face for others, telling everyone she was fine for so long that she guessed that she just started to believe it.
There was something about a disease being incurable that was strangely peaceful. You could kick, scream, cry and generally make a big fuss about it, which she did at first. But when you can't do anything to stop it, you eventually learn acceptance.
To enjoy the ride while it lasts, because it doesn't last for long.
