Ella

The fork clatters against the plate as I fumble to pick up a piece of meat with my injured right hand. "Damn it." The words slip from my lips, frustration bubbling up inside me. It has been days since I woke up in the hospital, but the simplest tasks still elude me, reminding me constantly of my injury. The bandages on my hand feel like chains, and no matter how hard I try, I can't even manage to hold a piece of cutlery without dropping it.

Elijah, sitting nearby, ...