12

Demi's pov

Elara's words had sparked a flicker of hope in my mind and I found myself grabbing the bag and heading out to find the bathroom with the prepared bath.

I entered one of the rooms and my nostrils picked up the scents of lavenders leading me to the bathroom and when I opened it I saw the most luxurious bath I had ever had the opportunity to lay eyes upon.

I hurriedly stripped out of my patient clothes.

I wore the cover she had talked about over my arm wincing at the dull ache before sliding into the bathtub, a contended smile came across my lips and I sighed as soon as the warmth of the water grazed my skin and the scent of lavender drowned my nostrils.

"This is divine," I muttered using my fingers to play with the bubbles that formed on the water then I reached out to the washcloth so I could clean myself.

I had difficulty wiping myself because of my arm but I still managed to do it.

I scrubbed my hair, and my face, and dragged the clothes across my armpit