Chapter Fifty

My ears. Working, I can hear the endless creaking of the ceiling fan, and I can see it as well so my eyes are working fine too.

Wiggling my toes and hugging myself, I get reassurance that I can walk out of here at any time. That I can still move. My arm has healed at last, but I may have a limp on my leg from the shot in the thigh.

But regardless, I can move.

I breathe in, checking for life, for oxygen and I get confirmation that I am indeed alive and that I smell. There's little surprise in this discovery. I haven't moved out of this room in days, not bothered to bathe or even pursue a meal if it isn't given.

This isn't to say I haven't gotten prodded out of here, there have been attempts. Attempts taken by Rex, Austin and I know it gets serious when Rey comes down for me.