One day passed. Then two.
On the third I couldn't stand it anymore. I was worried sick about my relationship with Gus, his welfare, and so itchy with loneliness it was pathetic. He was the only thing in this world I could get my brain and heart to accept as 'mine.' Even though he had denied being my baby over and over, it was like I had imprinted on him the moment I found him half-dead in that alley.
I didn't care that I had to mince-walk from the pain of cramps, or that the material that had in this world to catch period blood was basically trash, I took up food from the kitchens and marched towards the barracks. The sky had been raining on and off all day, but I was lucky that it was clear as I crossed the gardens and grass and down the gentle hill to the barracks. Perhaps Nehcor was
