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"....threw her in the fighting pit her very first night...."
"...barely standing upright..."
"...wonder who she pissed off to deserve that..."
At the serving station, three inmates worked behind the counter, slopping food onto trays with mechanical efficiency and complete disinterest.
The woman serving Shuyin was painfully thin, with dead, emotionless eyes and extensive burn scars covering her arms. She dumped a large scoop of something gray and lumpy onto the tray, possibly oatmeal, possibly paste, genuinely impossible to tell. A single slice of white bread followed. A small carton of milk and a bruised apple that had seen better days.
"You look like absolute shit," the woman said flatly without emotion.
"Thanks for noticing," Shuyin managed to respond.
"Seriously though. You should be in Medical Infirmary getting treatment."
"Medical infirmary is completely full right now."
