Aria's POV
I woke up just before the doctor came for morning rounds.
After a good night's sleep, I actually felt a lot better. I completely forgot about the bruise on my arm and tried to push myself up to sit.
A sharp, throbbing pain hit me hard. I sucked in a quick breath.
"Ouch."
Why did it hurt so much worse now? It wasn't this bad yesterday.
I leaned back against the headboard and lifted my arm. The ugly bruise that had been dark and concentrated yesterday looked like someone had smudged it. The color had spread out and faded some.
I stared at my arm, and suddenly last night's dream came flooding back. I had dreamed about being little, getting in trouble for not listening, and Dad getting so mad he smacked my palm with a ruler. In the dream I was crying and rubbing my hand, whim
