MARGUERITE’S POV:
Chaotic thudding and squealing wakes me up. Though I ignore the noises and just try to sleep again, the loud bang of the clinic’s door forces me to open my eyes and to sit up. That forceful movement causes my wounds to painfully prickle me. Among all of my wounds, it’s the one on my neck and shoulder that agonizes me the most. I squeeze that area with my hand while hissing in between my pressed teeth. Since my attention is chained to my throbbing wounds, I’m unable to quickly realize that I’m already being surrounded by four Gammas in Xethen’s gold and blue military uniform. But when I do realize it, I curl my body by pulling my legs close to me and tucking my knees on my chest while leaning my back against the bed’s uncomfortably steel headboard.
“You need to come wit
