Directly after waking up and screaming for a bit, I got shipped to the hospital station. Cause I had missed a few meals and just recently got heavily injured, I was more dead than alive.
Figured I had solely lived on water and air like some dumb plant.
They didn't let me go eat cause I acted up; I still had not seen the fucking cafeteria and executed my plan to show dominance. But now the question was, would I even get the possibility to?
If the bunch of enemies I made myself during my mental breakdown, which felt like it was my new normal state, came at me together, I wouldn't stand a chance. No human would.
I lay on the hospital station and got myself my infusion on my second day in official prison; my fingers and wrist, as well as my ankles, were all bandaged up like my grandma (=Mummy).
The cafeteria was awaiting me, as was my first shower in prison; both were a fucking hurdle.