C32 THIRTY TWO

Patience A Mockery Makes

DEREK

What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,

Patience her injury a mockery makes.

— William Shakespeare, Othello

I CAME TO in darkness tinged by the blue glowing orbs that lined the prison walls. I felt the burn of lacerations down my back as they very slowly mended themselves. I felt the tear of muscle under skin, cut through with whips of leather