After hobbling to bed, I climbed in. It was hard to catch my breath; the pain in my leg was excruciating. Sweat beaded down my forehead, and I wiped it away before the witch could notice. She was rummaging through the cabinets, mumbling to herself about potions. Once I’d caught my breath, I hefted my left leg onto the bed, while my right dangled off the edge.
“Oh, there you are! Hiding from me, were you?” Pepper said, holding a bottle of ocean blue liquid. I shook at the thought of medicine-I hated the taste. Witches put the strangest, nastiest things in their “medicine”. She grabbed a few more bottles, some with liquids, and others I couldn’t make out.
My eyelids drooped, and I fought to stay sitting up. I ate so much; I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to stay awake. “How much c
