Chapter 205 Feeling Weak

• Callum’s POV
• I didn’t want to wake her. Hell, I don’t even want to admit I need help. Asking for help feels worse than falling—worse than the constant reminder that I’m not the man I used to be. I thought I’d be fine. I was slow, yes, but I managed three steps. Three goddamn steps before my legs gave out, and I hit the floor hard, my pride shattering with me.
• The humiliation burns hotter than the pain. Crawling to the bathroom feels like the better option, anything to avoid calling for help. I push against the cold floor, my arms trembling, my breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. My entire body protests as I force myself to sit up. Sweat trickles down my temple, and just as I’m about to try again, the door opens.