When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the floor, on my side. Every part of my body still hurt and sleeping on the hard wood didn't help in any way. The sun hadn't set yet, so I must have been sleeping for only a few hours. I was tempted to get back to sleep, this time on the huge cozy-looking bed, but decided to take a shower instead. I was filthy, all covered in dirt and blood and my face was all puffy and red from crying. I gladly removed the scratchy white dress I was wearing and threw it in a laundry hamper in the bathroom. Then I proceeded to wash myself with the products I found in the shower. I painfully removed the piece of fabric given by Alpha Anders which had gotten stuck to my wounds when the blood dried. Then, I delicately cleaned the area before getting out and wrapping mysel
