(Mylay's POV)
After med call, I made my way to the cafeteria for breakfast before my morning therapy session. It's been two weeks since I've been in this hell hole, and I was beginning to feel numb. Cara still isn't speaking to me, and my heart desperately aches for my mate's touch.
To make matters worse, I woke up this morning not feeling well. I don't know if it's the meds they have me on, but I woke up feeling sluggish and drained this morning. I have a foggy feeling in my head, and I'm pretty sure I am coming down with a cold. I will have to keep this to myself since the quarantine block for the sick is almost as torturous as the padded room.
I quickly ate my bland breakfast as I watched Cara from across the room. I liked to keep an eye on her even though she didn't even acknowled
