Day 2

She doesn't remember when she fell asleep, yet she awakes. She can still feel the echoes of deep and immense pain shuddering through her. The wails and screams of the night have quieted into moaning. Her body has regained control of itself and she opens her eyes. Vivid and brilliant white greets her eyes and she squints against the brightness. After a few moments, her eyes adjust and she looks around. The ceiling is not the only white that greets her eyes. White walls, white floors and white bars on the windows surround her. The steel door that keeps her in has a window, and she commands herself to go stare out. As she moves, excruciating and incapacitating pain forces her to the floor. Heat fills her heart and uninvited tears stream down her face at the torture her body is inflicting upon her. The sound of rapid and ragged breathing fills her ears. The pain is too intense. She works to get her breathing back to normal. As the pain leaves her chest, she stands and regains her bearings. As she turns to the door, another attack cripples her body and she collapses once again. She cannot help herself this time, the pain has doubled, and a guttural scream escapes her lips.