She’d been left alone since Vivian Winters had slit her wrist, though the guards kept watch on her. She could see them standing with their backs to her through the glass panels on the door. Her wrist throbbed at the same pace as her pulse, a constant pain she struggled to ignore. She sighed and shifted the position she’d been sitting in, her back propped against the wall. She had to do something. Had she been here a day? Two? Three even? Her intense boredom, combined with the lack of blood circulating in her system, and the remaining effects of whatever they’d drugged her with to get her here, made her groggy. When she slept, she had no idea how long she’d been asleep for. There were no clocks in the room and no windows to the outside world. The effect was completely disorientating. In the hours when she was awake, she worried about Blake and Chogan. Were they even still alive? The thought of something happening to either of them caused her heart physical pain.
