Olive limped over to the bathroom, conveniently located inside the bedroom, feeling like she was in a luxury hotel suite.
Upon entering the bathroom, she admired the sleek and modern fixtures. The sink and toilet were made of shiny porcelain, and the shower stall was enclosed in glass. She started filling the bathtub with warm water, grimacing as she eased herself into the tub.
As she soaked in the water, she felt her muscles relaxing and unwinding. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep sigh, thankful for the opportunity to freshen up and tend to her injuries.
After some time, she got out of the tub and dried herself off, wincing as she moved her sore knees. Wrapping herself in a soft towel, she returned to the bedroom where she had set up a first-aid kit and antiseptic wipes. Carefully, she cleaned and bandaged her wounds, wincing with each touch.
As she wrapped up, a knock at the door interrupted her. "Just a moment," she replied, her voice gentle.
