Chapter 67
Annalisa
You know that feeling… that feeling of wanting to crawl out of your own skin? That feeling that makes you want to genuinely peel it off and start over because no amount of scrubbing, no amount of soap, no amount of water will ever make you clean again?
That was exactly how I felt.
I was sitting on the edge of my queen size bed, wrapped in some ridiculous fluffy robe I've never worn before, while the female doctor kept insisting I had to get treated first. Stitches, antibiotics, something about blood loss. I wasn’t really listening.
“I need to take a bath,” I said, my voice coming out barely more than a whisper despite all her professional advice.
The doctor frowned. “Madam, you need medical attention—”
“I NEED TO TAKE A BATH!” I snapped, gripping the arms of the
