Monica POV
I'm awoken with a sharp slap to the face.
"What the h.ell," I yell.
"Sorry," says the woman in front of me actually looking sorry. It takes me a second but I recognize her as the nurse that was here taking blood from me yesterday. Or maybe that was last night, or two days ago. It's impossible to keep track of time in here. "You weren't waking up and I couldn't think of another way to get you up."
"Why do you need me up?" I hate the way my voice sounds weak. But I am, I'm so f.ucking weak right now. For all intents and purposes I'm nothing more than a human. And every part of my body is screaming in pain. I'm sore from being trapped in this position, from being held against a silver wall, and any time any part of my body moves I'm reminded of the hundreds of cuts I have. I d
