When Aria wakes up later that day, her entire body throbs painfully, a sharp ache shooting through her arm. She’s never had a bullet wound until yesterday and she never wants to go through that again.
It feels as though tiny evil elves have taken refuge in her arms and periodically jab at her flesh with needles. The stitches don’t help, only making the wound itch unbearably.
The rest of her body aches from the events of yesterday, from the running and hiding so that they wouldn’t be shot again. She hadn’t been able to sleep very long either, the anxiety about last night making her toss and turn until she’d eventually drifted into a restless sleep for two or three hours.
She vaguely remembers something about Jihyun but the guilt she feels doesn’t allow her to entertain those thoughts f
