Chapter Ninety-Four

A week.

I lasted a week before I started to get restless, wondering how much longer I’d need to wait before my body could finally cope again.

But surely a week was long enough, right? Enough that I would be allowed to begin what I wanted to?

And so I quickly grabbed the clipboard at the end of my bed, the one that was for my medical chart, and flipped the pages over to start writing on the blank side.

…And I closed my eyes, concentrating as I gave myself over to the old side of me that knew how to effectively strategise an enemy. 

It took several hours over the course of three days before I finally finished. To be safe, I only worked within small windows every day, choosing to do so between when I would get another dose of pain medication and when I would need to let myself sleep. This was something delicate and I knew I needed to be at my most relaxed for it to work.

By the time I was done, it was an in-depth timeline of