Hospital Bound on New Year’s Eve

Summary

My husband’s friend from college has a “sports system,” and I’m the one it’s bound to.

As long as I lie still, she can keep moving indefinitely, and all her fatigue gets transferred to me.

So my husband ties me to the bed while she runs a marathon and wins.

He slips sleeping pills into my milk so she can swim three thousand meters without getting tired.

My body is deteriorating, but she’s racking up prize money and awards.

My husband constantly belittles me. “Look at Lily, so young and full of energy. Then look at you, lying there until your limbs atrophy!”

I rest, she moves?