Lydia  woke up to a golden dawn. 

She shifted in bed. Her side burned, itched, and ached at once. 

Her head was pounding. Her temples were tender.

 Every nerve of his body felt on fire; a red blazing fire. She noticed Ola first, then the doctor. 

She listened to the doctor rant about the aftercare of her wound, and the side effects in the short terms of such a procedure. 

Lydia nodded quietly and only intervened when needed. 

A policeman came shortly after writing down in a notebook. Endless questions, endless pain, and endless heartbreak.

“I will help you wash up,” Ola said once they were finally left alone. 

“I...