She woke up again a few hours later to a quiet tapping at the door. This time fully aware of where she was she said come in. But it came out as more of a low groan. The door slowly opened and her mother walked in. “How are you feeling?” she asked seeing that she was awake.
“Sore and tired.” Was her mumbled reply.
“How are your arms?”
“My arms?” Kristine said looking down at her arms.”oh…” there were deep cuts all over her arms from being thrown in the glass. “What h…” Kristine was innturrupted by another knock at the door.