I woke up feeling the entire bones in my body at some physical war. I felt overwhelmed and my eyes burned from all the crying. I picked myself up from the floor and found the same woman from yesterday standing near the bed, a tray in her hands as she watched me.
I'd probably have screamed my head off if I had woken up to find him watching me instead.
I rose up and walked towards the bed.
"You're up," she said as she set the tray next to me on the bed. There's a bowl of water on it, a white towel draping down from the tip, and a cone of plaster with a bag of cotton wool. That was when I realized that I'd bruised my body from fighting Logan last night. Surprisingly, I remembered his name now. I guess the slap he gave me last night did me a number. The thought of myself actually trying to
