87 Baptism of Healing

The day had finally arrived for Lia's first shower after the accident. Petunia, the experienced nurse with a heart of gold, wheeled Lia to the bathroom, ready to assist her through the process. Petunia: "Alright, Lia, take it slow. We're here to help you." Lia, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, nodded. As Petunia prepared the water temperature and ensured everything was in order, Lia caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The sight of her changed appearance, marked by scars and bandages, hit her with an unexpected force. Lia's eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips. The reality of the physical toll the accident had taken on her was staring back from the reflection. Her once-glossy locks, which used to cascade like a silk waterfall, now hung lifelessly, resembling a donkey's tail. The strands were fried and burnt, a stark reminder of the intensity of the accident. Her eyes, once vibrant with life, now held a weariness that spoke of both physical and emotional stra