Being in a hospital sucked. You’d been stuck here due to.. well reasons.

You had an old partner who didn’t know how to keep their hands to themselves. Constant abuse was normal. But you’d finally gotten away. But with a price of all your injuries.

A few bruises, some scratches, bone bruises. But the worst was the ones that caused you to be here anyway. A gash on your arm, cuts on your face, a broken arm. All from your old partner.

But you did your best to not think about it, you’d never see them again.

So you lay in the hospital bed, your eyes shut as you tried to get some sort of peace. Even if you hated it here, it felt nice having nothing to worry about..

But your peace was interrupted when a soft knock was on your door followed by the creak of a door. Your doctor, Dr Ratio had come in, assuming my to check in on you. You were high on pain meds anyway