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The maid came in again, quiet as always. She set down the tray and left before I could even ask her what day it was.
She gave me bread, meat, and soup. Normal. I sniffed it. Not poisoned. Not yet. But the spoon and fork were still plastic. I stared at them for a long second. Then sighed. They have just been repeating the same circle, feeding me, changing my drip and Rowan standing at the door making me uncomfortable half of the time.
I looked at the fork. It was plastic but I can at least try
I waited until the footsteps outside faded away, then pulled the tray closer. If they were going to keep me here, then I’d at least try something. Anything.
I picked up the fork, tested the edge. It was weak, bendable, but maybe enough.
My left hand still had the drip stuck in it, so I
