Clara
I spent another day lying on the mattress as if I was a disabled person. Boredom was slowly filling me as time went by.
My routine seems static: I will wake up, get checked by the pack doctor, eat, drink my medicines and go back to sleep.
“Why is Donna not visiting me?” I asked out of pure wonder.
For sure, she was the first to realize I left the pack that night. She was probably the one who informed Samuel about it. I just couldn’t help but to wonder that it’s been days since I woke up and she never bothered to show up…not even once.
“She’s busy,” Samuel briefly answered.
Aside from the pack doctor, only him regularly visited me every single day. It’s not like I was expecting more people to come by, but the only person I expected to be with me at times like these vanish li
