"Ugh…"
At some point, he really couldn't avoid getting up to face another day.
As he stretched, Blake noticed his body didn't hurt nearly as much as before. Even when he tried to smile, his cheek only stung a little.
'Good.'
As he got up, he also felt oddly refreshed. Opening the windows, he leaned his head outside, breathing in the fresh air and the faint scent of flowers.
It had been two days since his infiltration at AFE.
As Blake headed to the bathroom, he felt a faint pulse of anxiety beating inside his chest.
After all, he still hadn't worked up the courage to check the news. Maybe they kept everything a secret… or maybe they had photos of every form he'd taken plastered all over the media by now.
'I mean, I'll have to look eventually, but I seriously don't want to right now…'
Staring at himself in the mirror, Blake noticed his bruises had changed color significantly. The outer edges were red now, while the centers had turned a sickly yellow-green.
