I wake up in the morning to Master petting my hair gently. I open my eyes and smile up at him. "Good morning, sir," I say.
"Good morning, pet," he replies, "I want you to get cleaned up. The doctor will be here soon to take a look at you and Dylan. Okay?"
I nod and sit up, stretching my limbs. They're sore from the events of the past week, but other than that I feel fine. I make my way to the bathroom and turn on the water to get it heated up. I brush my teeth quickly, then hop into the shower. I let out a sigh as the hot water washes over my skin, soothing my muscles and cleaning away the night's sweat.
I wash my hair, then soap up. I remember when only cold showers were allowed... We would be in and out in under two minutes or we would risk hypothermia. I am glad that I have found
