I was sitting in my room, technically Blake's, after being treated at medical. Turns out I was okay apart from some bruised ribs and a broken toe.
There wasn't much you could do a broken toe, it didn't even hurt that much.
My whole body ached and I was covered in bruises, but Blake was right: I'd had worse.
I understood why they did torture training. I wouldn't wish anyone to go through what I did, but today had failed miserably.
If I had to pick anyone to endure being tortured it would be Eli and me.
We were good.
"So you dated him," Eli called and I looked up when he stopped by the door.
"Don't remind me," I groaned and glanced at Eli's cut and bruised chest. He probably had the worst physical injuries, with a few broken ribs and many many bruises.
"Why?"
"Would you believe me i
