Phantom Hollow There Is Still Good In Him

She watched him sit up right, keeping an eye out for any sudden movement, her lungs prepared to scream for help. She was a pregnant woman now, fighting was not a great idea. She wondered if he even noticed, if he even still noticed anything with his insane mind. 

Her gaze softened as he began speaking. Had the prison-like therapy worked? Was he lying? She couldn't lay her finger on it -maybe because she didn't have them-, yet was somehow relieved he had somewhat come back to the light. But convincing her wouldn't be as simple as to just say sorry and do a little back roll. She had been fooled too many times already. She snorted, an inner conflict rising up in her lower belly. She couldn't think straight, not with the headache she had. The herbs Buffalo had given had somewhat helped, but it still hurt like shit. How can I trust you? She asked, her voice just slightly nicer than before.