I went through that wound treatment in torment.
Before they finally let me free, I was locked in their embrace until I could barely get up. Worse than that, I slept for almost two days because I was exhausted. It was partly due to the effect of the meds, and partly the brothers’ doing. They made me so tired that I did not want to wake up to reality.
However, sleeping for days did make me feel much better.
“It doesn’t really hurt anymore,” I muttered, stroking the wound on my waist to check for pain. I looked at my reflection in the bathroom door. I was naked, and my body was covered with drops of water. This was the first time showering by myself after I had others bathe me.
I could say that water pouring down directly on my body was way better than a wet towel.