Shaye
Two days later, I finally felt like I hadn't had my skull nearly caved in, but I was still covered in bruises. And I had a dull ache everywhere.
"You've done fine on the medicine and shouldn't need anymore," the nurse said walking into the small room. There's a pinch to her gray eyes like she's wary of me, and I don't know what to make of that. No one has ever been scared of me. No reason to, but can that be because I never knew what lay inside me? What I was truly capable of? "If you have any dizziness or blurred vision, come see me," she continues.
"I will." I nod, smiling at her. "Thanks."
She turns away and leaves me alone to change into a clean prison uniform she's laid on the bed. On the ledge of a barred window sits a bowl of water and a towel for me to get cleaned up. Nev
