***Serena***
I am still laying on the bed in the medical bay when the door opens again.
"Oh," Doctor David says in disgust as he sees the mess Harold left on the floor.
"If it's any consolation I feel marginally better," I tell him as he surveys the remains of the antibiotics. He growls a little and his eyes glow amber for a moment.
"You barely had half," David mutters, peeling back the dressing on my neck and grimacing, "the next one won't be here until tomorrow."
"How does it look?" I ask a little jokingly, for his expression said it all.
"The swelling is less...that is really the only difference," he replies, opening a drawer and getting things to clean it again. I lay my head back down on the pillow with a huff.
"What time is it?" I ask, as there are no windows and no clock.
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