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Sighing to myself, I strip to look at the damage done to my body, and I wince, staring at the bruises forming on my skin.
My ribs hurt; it's like they intended to break them.
I don't know what got into that old man, but he hasn't acted that rough with me before.
There is another hideous bruise on my hip. I'm just thankful they didn't hit my face. Also, the bullet wound from before has healed but is still raw to the touch.
My life is so pathetic.
I crawl to the bathroom for a long bath to help soothe my sore muscles.
I haven't trained that hard for a long time, and I feel like I was run over by a f*****g convoy.
I need to go see Theo. I learned he got discharged yesterday, and he is at home now. Andrea, too, I haven't called to check how she's doing, yet.
I immerse myself deepe
