MEADOW'S POV.
By the time night arrived, I was beginning to understand why people hated being injured.
It was not even the pain anymore.
Well, not entirely.
The pain was still there every time I moved the wrong way, but what bothered me most was the boredom.
I hated sitting still.
I hated feeling useless.
And most of all, I hated being trapped inside my own thoughts.
The book I had found earlier had helped for a while, but eventually even that stopped working. Every few pages, my mind wandered somewhere else.
Usually toward things I would rather not think about.
Or people.
A knock sounded on the door before it opened.
Mira stepped inside carrying a tray.
The smell reached me first.
Food.
I immediately sat up straighter.
"Please tell me that's for me."
Mira laughed.
"Maybe
