Lion Head Mesa There is an elephant on my chest

Safiya woke after days of fighting and she could barely breathe. Her chest ached so badly. She wanted to cry and scream. The pain was a least a semblance of more bearable. But she was still hurting. It wasn't an easy transition. She stretched and whimpered as muscles that had not been used were cramped and painful. The side of her head hurt like crazy. She wanted to open her eye and knew she could not. Blindness was not a fun time.

She smelled her sister near her, but did not see her. Had Tiye been the only to care for her? Had everyone else abaondoned her, but the one sister she had been unsure even loved her. She would take it of course, but well. She would have liked to see her brothers, her father, her mother. Perhaps she was too ugly now for her parents. 

Safiya stood on shaking limbs and took one step, two steps. Anxious to get moving again. She felt as weak as a nerborn kitten and she hated it.