Chapter 44

The more I gain consciousness, the more the pain strengthens.

My eyes peel open, and life welcomes me back into being. I shift slightly, feeling the goose feather bed beneath me with pillows akin to tufts of clouds. And a white sheet laid over me, spun from spider silk, sumptuously soft. Both of my arms are bandaged at different places, surrounded by minor scrapes and cuts.

The sheet is raised to my chest, pain hampering even the tiniest of movements. I lift it up to peek at the gauze on my side. My discoloured stomach billows with bruises from light shades of inflamed red, tints of yellow to a dark purple. I release the sheet.