Rose can't remember the last time she'd felt this bad. Just about every part of her hurts. She recognizes the signs, knows she's been drugged; worse, she's not even sure she can feel her healing factor working. She's certainly been out of it long enough for that to have worked.
It does not suggest good things. Her memory of the last two days is hazy, but what she does remember makes her blood boil.
But she needed answers... needed... answers.
"Think... it might look better... with yer... intestines... decoratin' it..." she manages.
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