NOEL'S POV
I woke up earlier than I needed to the next morning. The bite on my neck throbbed under the bandage I had pressed over it last night. It felt hot and tight, like my skin was still trying to reject what had happened in that locker room. I sat on the edge of the temporary cot they had given me and stared at the floor for a long time. My body ached in places I did not want to think about. Every small movement reminded me of how rough he had been, how my legs had shaken, how I had cried without meaning to. I hated remembering it. I hated myself more for the parts my body had liked even while my mind was fighting.
I took the suppressants first. Two pills this time instead of one. I swallowed them dry and then sprayed on three layers of scent blocker until my nose burned from the c
