[Riven's POV]
The Third day.....
And am still here.
That thought was the first thing that hit when Riven opened his eyes, staring at the bottom of the bunk above him.
The metal frame had a rust stain that looked like a bird if you tilted your head right. He'd spent half the night staring at it instead of sleeping.
The bunk room was already stirring. Someone in the corner was coughing.... But everyone else pretend not to notice.
Lisa was already gone, her bunk made like it was arranged by a five star hotel caretaker.....which in turn made his own rumpled sheets look pathetic.
Should probably fix that..... Details matter here, I don't wanna be kicked out over something as simple as bedmaking after all...
Riven forced himself upright, every muscle protesting.
The ache had changed from yesterday....that felt less sharp was screaming again.
