Starter for @biacklight !
Every time Silke changed her bandages, she was forced to look at the raw wounds that Blaine had inflicted on her. They were starting to scar over, pink and white. The wounds were deep, tender. Laying on her back at night was near-impossible, but it wasn’t like she was going to sleep anyways.
She gently started to wrap new bandages around her torso, careful not to brush her fingertips over the sensitive scars. Vi had offered a hand in changing them, but she had refused. She didn’t want Vi, or anyone for that matter, to even look at them. She had explained rather nonchalantly the background of what had happened, but never the specific details on what Blaine had done to her. It didn’t matter, she reasoned. They don’t need to know. It was her burden to carry, anyways.
“Fuck,” Silke whispered, inhaling through her teeth as she felt pain splinter through her back.















