Someone came to bring a tray of food and drink for Lilac. But she couldn't see that person's features. Everything in her sight was blurred because of the fever she was suffering from.
The sound of the footsteps was receding, further away to nothingness. She was left alone, again. Now, the blanket that wrapped Lilac's body was no longer comfortable for her to use. It was all wet, drenched with her sweat.
Her broken arm caused her so much pain, to the point of weakening her human body greatly. It was getting worse because she didn't receive a treatment that she needed right away. On top of it, imprisonment was the thing that she got.
Lilac rolled her body, freeing herself from the wet blanket. She felt the cold floor against her skin. That cold floor felt so nice against her burning skin. However, her condition would get worse if this continued.
