~Morticia~
I won’t!
I refused to be bound by the bed, why would I stay here for so long yet no response, It was beginning to feel more like a cell room than a rescue mission. Bed rest never seemed this bad, my back ached and I thought of suicide most often because now I felt all the healing process.
How my skin stitched together and how menacing my wolf was becoming with the day going by, it brewed on hatred most of the time, and this man didn’t make anything easier for me, It was either he came here to check and give me medication or his son was in and out, asking me what I wanted, I was tired, too tired In Fact .
Though I barely healed in the past days , the sore in every part of my body healed aside the one inflated on my palm, it was useless to me, the only part of my body that act
