There was nothing much she could do besides return to the bed. Her eyes darted to the doorway for a second, before settling back to the man who had come to aid her. Deciding to turn her attention to the wall before her, she tried her best to try and formulate an idea. How had he found her? From the looks of the blood, she hadn’t been in the best of condition. Finding herself turning back to face him, she found it difficult to look away.

Kris nervously ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to come up with an explanation that may be suitable. But his single word question haunted her. She glanced down at her arm, noticing that scars from the wounds were ever slowly seeming to vanish. Her shoulders lifted as she shrugged, “It looked worse than it was.”

Lifting her eyes, she realized that her explanation was not going to cut it. She was still healing on her own and much quicker than expected. It wasn’t normal. “In all honesty, I don’t know why. It’s just a fact of life…” her voice trailed off before she tried to divert the conversation. “Where am I?”