SAVIOUR, BELLAMY BLAKE ( 1 )

SEVEN

"Damn straight," Grace winks at them, her voice raspy.

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Grace eagerly made her way towards medical. Maya had came up to her at breakfast, which started only ten minutes ago, and told her she could finally get the stitches out of her wrists, her arm, and her leg. She was able to get them out days ago but with everything going on, nobody really had time to do anything but drain Grace's family of their blood.

Grace couldn't wait to get them out. They were extremely irritating and Grace was pretty sure if they didn't take them out soon, Grace would rip them out herself. It couldn't be that hard considering she had almost ripped them lifting up her dinner plate.

Maya waves her over and into a large room, presumably where the others had gotten their transfusions, where she told her to sit on a vacant bed and relax. Grace did as she was told, awkwardly sitting at the edge of of the bed with her palms flat against the blankets. She ignores the small amount of pain that flickers through them. They would be out in a couple of minutes, anyways.

"Uh, there may be some small bleeding so if you'd like you can go put on a gown?" Maya says, her tone kind and thoughtful.

"Oh, uh, how much is small bleeding?"

"I would put the gown on," Maya says, holding up the yellow fabric. Grace nods, feeling her stomach drop. If she had to put on the gown, there definitely wouldn't be small bleeding. She takes the fabric into her hands, heading in the direction of the bathroom to change.

The redhead walks into the room and closes the door behind her. She locks it, force of habit she guessed, and places the gown on the toilet seat. With her eyes wide, Grace glances up at the mirror above the sink.

She looked so different. Her hair was a lighter tone, she still had yellowing bruises littering her body and cuts across her face, and the bags under her eyes were a deep purple. She looked like absolute shit.

A tap on the door startles the girl out of her staring. She grips the sides of the sink in her hands, letting out a shaky breath. "Grace? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry! I just— just need a minute," she calls out. Maya doesn't answer but Grace can hear the light padding of her shoes hitting the floor as she walks away. Grace turns on her heel, away from the mirror. She wasn't sure if she could even look at herself anymore.

Grace emerges from the bathroom a moment later, her clothes in her hands. Maya was sitting in a chair in front of the bed, a table of metal tools beside her. "Take a seat."

Grace does as she's told, sitting directly in front of the girl. Maya holds a kind smile. "Where would you like to start?"

"Which one is going to hurt more?" Grace asks sheepishly. She had a feeling it was her wrists, considering they were so close to a vein.

"Wrists," Maya confirms her suspicions. Grace sighs.

"Then do those first, I guess."

A smirk makes its way onto Maya's face. "You're one of the few people who would actually choose that."

"Thanks. . . I think?" Grace mumbles, holding out her wrists. "Anyways, let's get this over with. I promised Jasper I'd kick his ass at cards later."