Compared to the depths of the coliseum, the hospital is like a five-star hotel. The hospital bed is plush. The room is relatively private, with just a few doctors and nurses coming in and out now and then. They even give me food that tastes fresh, not moldy, and hot or cold water whenever I ask for it.
As the hours and then days pass, Caleb stays far away from me. Once or twice I have seen him walk past the open door of my room, but never does he come in to see me. At least not while I’m awake. Sometimes when I wake from a nap I can scent him in the air, but it could be my imagination.
I spend most of my time sleeping.
Once, Tristan does come by to visit, though he doesn’t stay long.
“I just wanted to see how you were feeling,” he says.
“Tired,” I reply. I always feel tired lately. Th
