Brielle
After Orlando and the others left the room, the maid hurried over to my weak body and took me to my room. I was happy conscious when I heard the doctor come into the room to see my wounds and tend to them.
By the time he had started tending to them, I was already unconscious and I was glad I wasn’t awake to feel all the pain of the procedure.
The next morning, I woke up to sharp pains coming from the wound coming from my body and my ribs that I assumed was broken. The doctor had wrapped my body well and trying to get up was painful but the managed to.
The pain kicked at my skin with every movement I made but I refused to let myself be weak. I wouldn’t let my father or Cole or Orlando see how badly they had hurt me.
The door opened and I turned around to look at who it was,
