Vicky pretended to sleep. Her body felt like a massive wound, every movement sending a new spasm of pain through her body.
Despite her intact memory, yesterday felt dreamlike. She could recall each scar on her body, and all the pain each of them caused.
Most weren't too bad, just some light skin tears or maybe flesh wounds. These only needed a few stitches. A couple of others went deeper, scratching even her bones.
One of the worst by far were the two stab wounds on her chest. They permanently disfigured her body. She only dared look at them once before she broke down crying.
Luckily, Bea healed her ribs, so they weren't a source of pain and discomfort. Every wound and injury not caused by the blades could be healed; thus, any broken bone or bruise disappeared.
