My shoulder is killing me. Every movement sends sharp pain down my arm. But I refuse to take the pain medication Adrian left outside my door. Refuse to do anything he suggests right now.
He called me a liability. Said I would get people killed. After everything we have been through. After I proved myself today. He still sees me as weak.
I am furious. And hurt. And exhausted. And completely done with being treated like glass.
A knock interrupts my spiral. Soft. Hesitant.
"Go away Adrian." I call out.
"It is Clara. Not Adrian."
I hesitate. Then drag myself to the door. Open it. Clara stands there with ice packs and that look she gets when she knows I am falling apart.
"I heard shouting." She walks in without asking. Starts arranging pillows on the bed. "Sit. Tell me what happened."
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