Cloe POV
It wasn't so difficult to make my own breakfast; the cook had left plenty here for us to keep us going over the weekend. Apparently, the cook and staff get the weekends off unless something special is going on. My stomach is a lot better today, already not feeling so tight. Not like yesterday, when I could have cried almost every time I moved. I also want something more than soup. Today, Doctor Jaqueline will come to check my wounds and discuss some light exercise. She would be here in about two hours. I took my meds and started to clean the kitchen. There wasn't much to do; each one cleaned up after themselves. Fixer has them all well-trained. I emptied the dishwasher, put away what I could reach, and left the rest on the bench for when an able-bodied person arrives.
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