My skull was pulsing too hard and the dripping water was still there, because of course it was. The whole room could have been on fire and that stupid drop would still have found a way to hit the stone and make my headache worse.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
They took another vial.
Then another.
My blood looked darker in that shitty light, almost black before it settled into the glass.
I watched it because I had nothing else to do. My pupils were the only thing I had control on.
I wished I hadn’t.
Because apparently this was my life now.
Hang. Bleed. Observe. Plan murder for later.
The woman reached for my hair next.
Small tweezers.
She pulled several strands from near my temple, and the sting was small enough to be insulting. I still wanted to react. Just a blink. A twitch. Anything to
