~Kiada~
I looked at myself in the mirror, disturbed by how red my injury had gotten. The good thing about a full-length mirror is that I can see my whole body. I do not look okay. Shocker, I am not a doctor, and my ankle has only gotten worse. So yay me. I still don't know who that screaming woman is but I pray to every deity out there that she got mauled by a fucking Brainless.
I laid back down on the pathetic cot that I had come to call a bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering why I didn't just go and grab some expired medicine and cut myself some slack. Surviving is hard.
