Chapter FourOne year before Raven's incarceration at Salverford prison
Raven came around to the smell of disinfectant. He pried his eyes open and blinked away the blurriness. Sterile walls, white bed sheets, curtains separating each bed; he was in a hospital. He looked down at his own bed and lifted the sheets to check his condition. His body wasn't too bad, a fair few cuts and some nasty bruises, but his head pounded and he felt weak. He rolled his head from side to side to get rid of the stiffness. There was a sharp pain in his jaw and rubbed it to ease the soreness.
How did he get here? The memory slowly returned to him and he grimaced as he thought about the violence and destruction. He turned to look at his bedside table and a small tear-off calendar informed him it was September 20
