Michell had turned to Lecia. " Sore, but I'm fine. I'll Survive." He said rubbing his calves. They were a bit tight. An so was his arms. His head was stuck to the point he couldnt turn his head. His whole body hurt. He tried to stretch. Finding that his body didnt like that. He gave a sigh. His tummy started to rumble. He got up to start going to the kitchen. He had started to put a pan on the stove. In pain, he quit the idea of cooking. He grabbed a bowl an cereal. Eatting cereal was the easiest idea for the moment. Once washing his dishes. He sat into the living room. Thinking about how he would make her room better. "How would you like to help me decorate your room?" He asked Michell. "I mean, unless you plan on leaving. But your welcome to stay here." He hoped that she would stay.