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He stayed in bed. There was really nothing that could get him to move. Not the knocks on his door, not the voice of his friends calling him. He felt weak. His whole body was aching and his muscles were giving up on him as the time went by. He was hungry, depressed and exhausted and there was nothing he could do about it. It hurt, like a burn on his chest the thought that he would never see Philip gaian, hurt. 

Many times he tried to get up, find himself something to do, something else to think about but on his first step his eyes would swell with tears and everything would come back to him. That's why he had decided it was better to nest in the covers, like an animal that lived under the soil, he had covered himself with the white blanket and all he could see was the darkness behind his closed eyes.