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This Means War

I shrugged as I looked up at the lightening sky. "I seriously hope not. I'd be okay without anything happening for a couple of days." I said then sighed, looking down at my feet as we walked. There was a moment of silence between us as I thought over last nights events. "Glenda didn't find anything on my x-rays. She said I'll be fine soon enough." I said changing the subject with a lazy smile, leaving out the fact that the sick had moved bases, and that in actual fact, Glenda still wasn't fully sure of my condition.

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"You know all to well that's what I intend to do. I am ready to eat a horse." I said as I wound my arm through hers and began pulling her alongside me as we walked. "I wonder if they'll be another surprise at breakfast." I glanced down at Daisy as I raised an eyebrow. "If there is, it better be good. I'd prefer to eat cold porridge over hearing something like last night again."

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"Cool, then let's get going." I said as I stood up and ran a hand through my wet hair. Leading the way out, I weaved between and around beds, trying to keep quiet so not to wake anyone. Reaching the door, I pulled it open and stepped back as I waved a hand and bowed slightly to Daisy, letting her know to go through first. "M'lady." I smiled cheekily.

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I looked up at her as I tied my laces. "Hungry actually." I said giving her a small smile. "Feel like seeing if they've got a whole big breakfast for us as an apology? Or maybe they'll make it into a trend until we leave, you know I wouldn't mind that to be honest." Sitting up, I grabbed my jumper from the end of my bed, slid it on and zipped it up as I waited for her reply.

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After rubbing the towel through my hair, in an attempt to dry it, I threw it into a large box by the door on top of other used towels. I left the bathroom and stepped into the now lighter cabin room. As I made my way quietly over to my bed, I noticed Daisy sitting on the edge of hers.
"Morning." I said as I sat down on my bed, reaching gingerly for my shoes and socks, pulling them on slowly.

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After rubbing the towel through my hair, in an attempt to dry it, I threw it into a large box by the door on top of other used towels. I left the bathroom and stepped into the now lighter cabin room. As I made my way quietly over to my bed, I noticed Daisy sitting on the edge of hers.
"Morning." I said as I sat down on my bed, reaching gingerly for my shoes and socks, pulling them on slowly.

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I hissed through gritted teeth as I stepped into the shower and the hot water cascaded over my sensitive skin. Taking a deep breath I tried to relax and concentrate on other things. Once I'd gotten used to the water, I began washing. Grabbing the soap, I lathered it on my skin, scrubbing off all the dirt and blood I'd accumulated over the last couple of days. I washed away all the horrible things I'd found out, the memories of the Jaxlor camp, the things we'd all discovered yesterday, the fact that I wasn't going to be alive this time next week. By the time I'd finished, my skin was raw and ached even more than before. But I was clean, and I felt more awake. More revived and sharp.
Shutting off the water, I quickly dried off and dressed back into my clothes, the only ones I seemed to have now; track pants and a plain top.

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Waking up the next morning wasn't easy. I still felt dead tired, despite the fact that I had fallen straight asleep once the lights had gone out. I sat up slowly, holding in a groan as I realized the room was still dark and people were still asleep. Rubbing my heavy eyes, I pulled back the blankets and stretched painfully before climbing out of bed.
I stumbled tiredly through the dark room, aiming for the bathroom, trying not to kick anyone's bed.
Once I reached my destination, I flicked on the light and closed the door. The air was a lot cooler in here, and the old tiles were chilling my toes as I pulled one of the shower curtains aside. Pushing the tap on high heat, I stepped back and watched the steam waft into the room. With a grunt, I managed to pull off my top, dropping lazily it onto the floor as I turned to face the mirror.
I took it all in slowly, the stitches on my face and chest, the bruises covering my arms, ribs and stomach, it looked horrible. It also felt horrible. Everything ached.
With a sigh, I turned back to the shower, preparing myself for the stinging pain I knew I was about to endure.

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Waking up the next morning wasn't easy. I still felt dead tired, despite the fact that I had fallen straight asleep once the lights had gone out. I sat up slowly, holding in a groan as I realized the room was still dark and people were still asleep. Rubbing my heavy eyes, I pulled back the blankets and stretched painfully before climbing out of bed.
I stumbled tiredly through the dark room, aiming for the bathroom, trying not to kick anyone's bed.
Once I reached my destination, I flicked on the light and closed the door. The air was a lot cooler in here, and the old tiles were chilling my toes as I pulled one of the shower curtains aside. Pushing the tap on high heat, I stepped back and watched the steam waft into the room. With a grunt, I managed to pull off my top, dropping lazily it onto the floor as I turned to face the mirror. I took it in slowly, the stitches on my face and chest, the bruises covering my arms, ribs and stomach, it looked horrible. It also felt horrible. Everything ached.
With a sigh, I turned back to the shower, preparing myself for the stinging pain I knew I was about to endure.

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By the time I entered the cabin about ten minutes later, I was tired and sore. All I wanted to do at that point was sleep until everything was over. It should have been a quicker walk than that, but I'd ambled along without any real purpose, thinking way too many things over and suddenly feeling guilty for leaving Glenda how I had. She had only been trying to help, to give herself a task, to give me a sense of purpose before leaving to die. It was her job and I threw it back in her face.
I made my way over to my bed and sank down, lying back on top of the sheets with my eyes closed. It was lucky I hadn't changed out of my comfortable clothes, as I felt like I had no energy to even change.
I knew I needed a shower, to refresh properly after our days on the island and the mess everything had thrown at us along the way, but I couldn't bear to move, to even think about rinsing my sensitive and aching body seemed like a task sent from hell. I knew it was going to hurt, so I was avoiding it.
Instead, I lay still and tried to convince myself I'd have one in the morning. Definitely... Maybe.