I didn't stay on the bed.
The moment Theo left, something in me refused to sit there and wait like I had no choice. Maybe I didn't have one, but that didn't mean I had to act like it.
Slowly, I pushed myself up, gripping the edge of the bed as pain flared along my side. I paused until the dizziness passed, then straightened fully. My legs were unsteady, but they held, and that alone felt like something worth holding onto.
I took a careful step forward, then another, testing the weight in my body. Each movement pulled at the wound, but it didn't drop me like before. I was still weak, but I wasn't helpless, and that difference mattered more than I expected.
The room was small, which made it easy to study. A bed, a narrow window set too high to reach, a single chair near the wal
