
The dorm room smelled of stale laundry and the metallic tang of a heating vent that refused to quit. Leo lay sprawled across his twin XL mattress, his arms encased in heavy, restrictive slings. The fraternity initiation had been a joke a test of endurance that had ended with the popping of tendons and a week of forced helplessness. He felt like a grounded bird, trapped in a body that wouldn't obey, staring at the popcorn ceiling while the morning light bled through the blinds.






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