She touches the lamp beside her bed, and blinks away the bright dots at sudden light. Her knees pop as she sits on the floor. She pulls off her shirt, and her skin breaks out in goose-bumps as the tank-top does nothing to keep the cold at bay. The bandages are still there, same as always. Wrapping from scarred hands to elbow. She looks at the hearts on her hand; the back of her left, a heart with angel wings, little hearts floating around it. On the back of her right, a cracked heart with torn up wings, surrounded by hearts crossed out.