The second time I woke up, I found myself on a softer palette. Someone had managed to scrounge up a thin sleeping mat for me so I didn't have to lay on the cold floor, but I still felt colder than usual.
Then I remembered what I went through before I passed out. No wonder I was cold. I had lost quite a lot of blood indeed. Thankfully, this time I was left completely alone. They probably thought I wasn't a threat in my weakened state.
And they were technically right. I wasn't a threat, but then I refused to remain a sitting duck. I rolled myself off the palette and took a better look at the tiny cave I was in. It was a smaller one than the one they originally put me in, and the walls of the cave were a brighter, glittering silver, but I scoured the ground for a sharp enough rock that I could use to hopefully weaken the tied chains.
