Her body was heavy. The painkillers were making her sluggish and making simple tasks next to impossible to complete. Hitting the keys on the typewriter hurt. Yearling didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help it; she was becoming more and more dependant on the medications. She was addicted to the codeine. Wounded, imprisoned, and hooked upon the medication. Yearling hated it. She hated everything that was happening to her. Her body was numb. The days have been blurred, her judgment impaired, and her body abuse. At this point, she knew she was fighting just to stay alive; she had to act.