Zuri was in and out of her consciousness, every time she woke up, pain was the first thing that greeted her. Pain, a lot of pain. Her father's needles seemed like a pat on the head in comparison.
Night and day were no longer important for her when all she knew was agony that ran through her being. How long she had been in this hell? Why she didn't die yet?
This place was akin to a cave, there was no sunlight or moonlight that could go through and the coldness in the air didn't soothe her aching open wound.
At this point, Zuri welcomed everything, even the death. The voices in her head didn't bother her, because she was too busy with her pain. Even her hallucination didn't come forward to accompany her during this hellish moment.
Very nice of them, right?
There was nothing important right now, really, there was nothing more important. Zuri only wanted this pain to end. She didn't want to live anymore.