Willow.
The pain was the first thing I noticed. Not sharp all at once but heavy and stretched out like a burn that'd been smothered but never put out completely.
It pulled at the corner of my shoulder, deep and throbbing and crawling up toward my neck. I groaned low, tried not to sound like I was dying but my mouth tasted like iron and my body felt like I’d been dragged through six miles of broken glass and dumped into fire.
I tried to sit up but I didn’t fully succeed. Just kind of tilted halfway and stayed like that till my brain caught up with the rest of me.
There was a mattress under me and it was very soft too. Not like the institute bunks or the floor I passed out on last in the woods. This one had a bit of give to it. The kind that lets your spine breathe. It was not too warm
