She smooths her hand down over her dark jeans, eliminating the very smallest of wrinkles as she thinks about what pain would be like for a normal woman -- one who isn't shot, stabbed, and beat around on a regular basis. He's going to have to see her scars, at some point. She's going to have to think of something to explain it all.

"Some days, it's barely there at all. Others, I can't get out of bed. It's never lasted more than forty-eight hours, but the fatigue is usually more present."