Maisie
When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting in a wheelchair by the window.
I didn't remember being moved. I didn't remember the days that had passed. Time had become something soft and distant, like static. Outside, the sky was a dull gray. Rain traced slow paths down the glass.
Or maybe it was snow.
I couldn't tell anymore.
I learned over the last couple of days that I had been in a coma for three weeks. And it had taken just as long to pump my blood free of ash. And even then, Dr. Levi wasn't sure I'd ever be fully free of it.
He thought it was the reason I hadn't healed yet.
My body was covered in bandages. I didn't know initially because I couldn't see myself. The bandages needed to be changed often. They bloodied too often.
The routine of the nurses attending to me while Gruer dropped by to tell me how much debt I was wracking in by wasting away in this room had become normal. I barely noticed anything anymore.
