Chapter Sixty

Valentine

I glued my eyes at the ceramic vase filled with colorful flowers as the nurse prepared the first aid kit. At the first look, I thought they were fresh flowers until I moved a little, and I instantly recognized them to be fake. It seemed too easy to replace fresh flowers with plastic ornaments just because they last forever.

“This is going to sting a little bit,” The nurse warned as if I don’t already know that it will sting.

“I know.” I coughed.

I know it’s just a sting, but that’s the whole point of this damn situation. It’s just a small sting, and that’s entirely nothing compared to what I am currently feeling right now. I’ve got cuts and bruises all over my lips and face, but it’s totally strange that I don’t feel them at all. All I’m feeling right now is the sharp claws of misery scratching every inch of my in