Chapter 55 Alone, Cold, Scared, And Trapped

• BRANDY’S P.O.V.
• I woke up to a sponge bath the nurses were giving me yet even with them done I still smelt like smoke, still felt dirty in many places that they had not dared touch but could I blame them, I wouldn’t either if I was them.
• There was no joy. There was no sadness. There were no tears. I was just an echo of what once was. All I did was blink, lying there to rot as life went on without me.