Rain slid across the window, blurring the faces and lights just beyond it. Sasha reached out, hoping to feel the cool water against her fingers but it was just too far. Her arms were tired and so stiff. The cuts and bruises across her wrists, although now dressed in clean white bandages, still oozed and burned. Were the raindrops as slippery as the tears currently trailing through the mud and gunk caked to her cheeks?
Just a few short hours ago she had decided she may never know.
Three days ago, it was a blur now, just shadows dancing across the rain streaked window in her memory … Or was it four?
Sasha shook the muddled memories away. Outside sirens began to sound again. Were the police moving on to another emergency? Perhaps the sirens belonged to the ambulance she sat in.
She glanced around at the unfamiliar faces, an older man adjusted the needle in her arm. When did he do that? She hadn’t felt it break her skin at all. On her other side a younger woman slid her arm around Sasha’s shoulders.
“I’m so sorry.” The woman whispered into Sasha’s matted hair. “You’re ok now.”
Ok? Sasha stared blankly towards the rain blurred window. Was she ok now?