Sylvia remained silent as Aleksandr explained the knobs before he started the water. She accepted the bag offered as well as her duffle bag and watched as the other skittishly moved around her before leaving the small room. A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned forward and effortlessly tied the bag around her cast, her gaze shifting to the slowly filling tub. She watched as it filled and allowed the sound to fill her ears for a few moments, before shaking her head and leaning forward to turn it off. 

She gripped the edge of her hoodie and pulled it over her head, wincing when her forearm sent a faint jolt of pain up her arm. Reaching forward to grip the edge of the tub, she took a deep breath before sliding out of her chair. It should of been easy except for the fact that her arm refused to hold her weight, she managed after shifting so she used her left arm more. 

Shedding the rest of her clothes, she slips under the water while her ankle remains propped against the edge of the tub. It was frigid as well as luke-warm and Sylvia closed her eyes and relaxed under her liquid-barrier. Faint aches began after a few moments, old 'rewards' from her lessons that never took to the cold, she ignored them and remained still beneath the water. 

[i]"What are those on your arms, Sylvia?" The soft voice had little Sylvia tensing before focusing on the face of her teacher. A look of confusion filtered across her features as she titled her head. 

"Marks ma'am?" She asked innocently as her stomach tightened in unease. Her teacher furrowed her brows and nodded, a long finger lifting to point at her arms. 

"Yes dear, did something happen? They look swollen..." Sylvia blinked and glanceddown at her arms, her expression going blank for a moment.  She forced her eyes to water and her small body to shudder, when she glanced back up her teacher looked worried. 

"I was attacked by a stray cat, Mrs. Jones. It scratched me really bad." She whimpered as she waited for the next words to leave Mrs. Jones' lips. Her arms were dotted with purple spots, her little body gave a shudder as a faint pulse of heat trailed up her spine. 

"Oh, dear I'm so sorry. Here finish your puzzle so we can go eat lunch, alight?" A soft pat on the head as Mrs. Jones rose to her feet, Sylvia nodded as she turned her attention to her worksheet. 

"Okay, Mrs. Jones!" She forced the cheer into her voice as she watched her teacher me towards the front of the class. Her little shoulders relaxed as she focused on the clock above the classroom door. 

No one noticed when she fell asleep a few moments later.[/i]

A shake of her head dispelled the memories as she flexed her fingers and by extension her arms. She allowed the silence to soothe her remaining insecurities, her lungs beginning to ache as she began to count from one. She'd come back up when she reached twenty.  [@Briza]