LUNA woke up to the feel of warm cloth on her hands. She noticed that her bloodied clothes were already changed and she was now wearing a blue button down shirt. Diana was absentmindedly wiping her left arm with a small white towel that was now streaked with dark brown, the color of dried blood.
“Diana,” her whisper was enough to startle her captor. Diana abruptly stood up and moved away from her, looking down to hide her face from view. They were in a hospital like room with white walls, tiled flooring and ceiling. Only the bed covered in red sheets where she was lying gave color and life to the empty space.
“You’re awake. How are you feeling?” There was concern in Diana’s voice and it gave Luna a surge of relief.
“I feel better now that I heard your voice.”
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