Chapter 3 -2 week timeskip- I wasn’t throwing up as much as I had before. The pain was mostly numb. Relief was only a product of the shots. Painkillers. Something to calm down my stomach. I don’t know, exactly. I simply felt sore. Ukraine had stopped waiting at my side. Something about me being ‘contagious’. My stomach begged for some type of food, but I knew well enough anything I ate would come right back up. I was still, excluding my pathetic trembling and the occasional coughing. For hours, days, I sat alone. The only times I felt alive were when the pain or nausea rose. Those times, I was quickly sent back into my own little stupor and left once again.