Lina stared intently at the spot where her scar was supposed to be. She wasn't an idiot. She knew there should be some blemish at the least. She stepped even closer to the mirror, but saw nothing. What the hell?
Lina rubbed the spot and didn't feel an ounce of pain. Was she not shot near the heart? She kicked off her skirt, then did a full spin. Nothing. At. All. There was no visible bruise or swelling. No intention of her injuries.
Without warning, the doors slammed open.
Lina let out a scream and spun around, hiding her face. She stood in her underwear and bra with her face shielded only to realize it was stupid. Usually, if you were naked and running out of an apartment building, you'd cover your face to hide your identity. But everyone in this damn hospital knew who was residing in here.
"A body worth waging war on."
