HAKAN

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The rest of the day went by smoothly, but at night, Nightingale got worse. She was feverish and she couldn't stop it itching her arms. She had little bleeding stripes and bruises from her fingernails. I had to tie her wrists to the bedpost to stop her from harming herself even more, but being restrained made her even more restless so she began to attack me with her legs.

"I hate you! Why did you bring me here? I hate you so much!" She screamed and nearly knocked my teeth out with a kick.

I held her ankles and pinned them to the bed so she couldn't hurt...