Ninety-Eight

The next time I wake I am back in the bed, I look around and notice that I am still in the same room, don't know what that male decided to do but I quickly jump out of the bed and run to the bathroom and empty the nothing that is in my stomach. Once my dry reaching stops, I go to get to my feet when suddenly everything disappears.

I stir as someone picks me up and carries me somewhere, but I can't hold on and end up back in the darkness. The next time I manage to reach the surface, I can hear two voices, a male and a female,

"What happened? What's wrong with her?"

"There is nothing wrong with her, she is extremely dehydrated and malnourished... Whoever you bought her from wasn't really looking after her, it's like as long as she was breathing that's all that mattered..."

"So she just needs some rest, water and food? How long before she can fight?"

"She can't fight..."

"Why? You said, give her some food and water and she will be fine..."

"Yes, she will, but she still can't fight.