Elena

Drake left the room, leaving me alone, crying. I cried with all my might and lay still on the bed until a doctor entered my room. I felt very uncomfortable and had to calm down. The man attending to me looked at me with unease.

"Could I come back later if you wish?" he suggested until he noticed the bruises on my body and approached me. "But what happened to your arms? How long have you had these? Why didn't you say anything? These look like bruises," he thought. He was, of course, referring to Drake.

And yes, in part, he had a lot to do with why I...