LIBERTY’S P.O.V
Just an hour after I woke up I was out of the hospital… thing or whatever that personal clinic was supposed to be. After my little rant and the following talk with Jeremy, I felt a lot better, I hadn’t realized how much it had been straining on me until I got it out.
I almost felt completely free from worry for once. Almost. There was still the matter of who poisoned me and all the other repressed stuff that I wasn’t planning on bringing into my mind for a long time.
With that thought, I turned to Jeremy who was currently walking me back to my room so I could change.
“Jer?” I said quietly, my throat still sore.
“Yes?” he immediately answered, turning to me.
“We still need to find the one who tried to poison me. I’m not gonna stay here without knowing, fearing it migh
