Elena lay on the bed, staring silently at the ceiling.
She had been here for two days now, despite having recovered quite well. She had not suffered much physical damage to begin with. It was the psychological trauma that concerned them, or at least that was what they claimed.
For fuck's sake, someone lost an arm and he was discharged this morning.
She snickered inwardly at the blatant favoritism. Everyone knew the real reason she was receiving such special treatment. It had little to do with concern for her well-being and everything to do with the man who had come to see her.
"My baby!"
Her mother arrived first, crossing the room in a hurry and pulling Elena into a tight embrace before she could even get out of bed.
"I am okay, Ma. Jeez, there are people watching us," Elena complained, though she knew there was little point. Once her mother became like this, nothing short of a miracle could make her let go.
