Cruel Comfort

The infirmary doors swung shut behind me, cutting off the sterile odor that had been turning my stomach for days. Relief washed over me, tangling with a heavy knot of grief and dread. Since all I had done in that place was weep anyway, I was glad to finally leave it behind. At least back within the four corners of my cell, behind a closed door, I could cry in peace without an audience watching me