Blaze
TW for this chapter: there is torture and gore in this chapter, read with cuation.
When I wake again, the scene has shifted; I’m no longer in the medical room but in my old office. They must have wheeled the cot in here at some point during my nightmare-induced slumber.
I roll onto my side, well aware that trying to sit up on my own is a bad idea. Swinging my legs over the edge, I brace myself against the mattress and push up. Each step feels like a new stab to my stomach, my legs heavy and uncooperative, but I force myself to move. I need to know what’s happening.
The place is alive with familiar faces—trusted faces. They keep their heads bowed out of respect, even though I look like a complete wreck right now. I lean against the wall, sweat trickling down my forehead as I must
