RIKA
The bathroom mirror was still fogged at the edges when I stepped out, dragging a towel through my damp hair with one hand while the stitches along my ribs pulled with every movement.
They stung like fresh cuts even though they were already closing, my body knitting itself back together the way it always did, faster than any human but slower than I wanted tonight.
The cold air hit my bare skin as I moved into the room, and that was when I noticed Vera standing near the door, spine straight, hands clasped in front of her like a schoolgirl called to the principal's office.
She looked like hell, which was satisfying.
Bandages wrapped thick around her thumb and two of her fingers, white gauze that stood out against the dark sleeve of her fitted jacket. She wasn't meeting my eyes. He
