The rustling sound of a plastic bag as I rummaged my hand in it filled the stillness and silence of my room. Inside the bag were various ointments for the wounds and bruises on my body, which Kaya and I bought last night. I had been using a lot of ointments these past few days, and their prices were really ripping my pockets off.
I got each box out of the plastic bag one by one while carefully checking the descriptions written on them in the process. Most of them were to help my bruises heal quickly and to prevent my wounds from turning into dark scars, especially those bruises in my arms and neck.
My body did not hurt that much anymore compared to the first day, and I could already do things I usually did, though I still have to be careful. There were times that I was too careless
