VIXEN/ROSE POV

A solid month has past since I rose from my coma, and still every day feels like a torment, another reason for me to plunge into depression. Sleep dry from my eyes night after night, food and alcohol has been my daily companion.

It has gotten to the point where my old clothes don't fit anymore.

" Is that her?" One of the new trainees in the organization question her superior as I step into work for a night delivery.

" Yes, that's the slut alright" Her superior says and I suspect they might be referring to me.

" What???. That fat unattractive thing" The junior questions "...