31 Day Writing Challenge: Day 22 - 'Dinner'

Selene woke, in mental fog with no clear memory of where she was or how she got there, and felt the straps holding her body to the bed. Her muscles tensed and her first though was 'Rehab'. She lay still, taking stock of any injuries to try and figure out what had been done to her. There was a pain in and a weight on her left foot; her right foot was aching severely but there was no weight on it; breathing hurt from what she knew were several broken ribs; her muscles ached all over but was barely worse than her usual state; she could tell that there were fractures in assorted fingers; the pain in her shoulder indicated a dislocated shoulder that had been popped back into place and a broken clavicle. Selene could tell she had several flesh wounds all over her body. 
Selene's mental fog began to lift and recent events slowly came back to her: the escape; the fighting; losing Rafe; running for her life. She was only getting flashes but one thing she remembered clearly was Rafe's face before everything went black. They must have been found and she had been dispatched straight to 'Rehab'. God only knew what they were doing to Rafe. She couldn't bear the thought. Slowly, Selene opened her eyes, expecting the white walls and sterilised setting of 'Rehab'; instead she found beige walls and a lived-in setting of someone's home. It seemed a strange place to be tied down in. Selene's brain went to business trying to figure out an escape plan and the odds that she'd make it with her injuries. That's when she heard voices but she couldn't make out what was being said. The tone, however, sounded casual and colloquial, not the tone of people discussing what to do with the girl strapped to the bed. She still had to get out of there. She heard a door open and close, moments later, foot steps approached. A woman with a kind face and her hair covered in a pale blue and dusty rose head scarf with a few tendrils hanging out, framing her features.
"Oh, you're back with us. How are you feeling?" The lady knelt down looked at Selene with genuine concern, something Selene was not used to. It made her uncomfortable, but weirdly, more at ease at the same time. 
"How much pain are you in?" Selene stayed silent.
"Oh, I am so sorry. You're probably so confused and scared. And these things probably aren't helping." The woman began to undo the straps that bound Selene. "We put them on when you started having night terrors, you kept striking out and tossing, you nearly launched yourself of the bed several times.We were worried you'd do more damage to yourself. I really do hope you're not in too much pain," The woman gently brushed the hair off Selene's face as she inspected the injuries on the patient's face. "You're probably wondering where you are and how you get here. You're at my home in Wildeley. You collapsed in Byoak woods near here, luckily my son found you and brought you back here so I could help you. You were in a terrible state, so many injuries. How you managed to walk on a shattered ankle, fractured tibia and torn tendons is a mystery to me. I'm Cleo and I'm a nurse, so you've been in good hands," Cleo smiled at Selene encouragingly. "I was just making some soup for me and Luca, we'll be sitting down to dinner soon. You must be starving, would you like some soup?"
After a moment of hesitation, Selene's rumbling stomach caused her to nod her head slowly, still not fully trusting the kindness being shown to her. Cleo seemed to sense what was going on in Selene's mind.
"You're safe here, you can trust me, sweetie. And my son, Luca. We'll look after you until you're healed and longer, if that's what you need. I'm assuming you're one of 'The Appropriated' who escaped." Cleo saw Selene's frightened expression. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone. We want to help you stay free. I promise you, we want to help you." Selene seemed to relax a little, for some reason, she trusted this woman, there was something almost familiar about her.
"So, sweetie, do you want to tell me your name?" 
'No.' The word flashed across Selene's mind. Her face hardened and she shut down, making it clear she wouldn't talk.
"No? OK. Then I'll just keep calling you sweetie." This was accompanied by yet another kind smile. "Now, I'm going to check your injuries. Is that OK with you?" A slight, terse nod was the only response Cleo received. Cleo gently peeled back the dressings covering the flesh wounds, one-by-one, inspecting for any infection and finding none. She then had a feel of Selene's damaged fingers and ribs, "OK. This bits going to hurt a little. I'm going to have to move your feet. Now can you wiggle the toes on your left foot?" Selene wiggled her toes obediently. Looking down, she saw the the weight on her foot was a home-made cast. "We did the best we could. It should work well. Now, try to rotate your right foot at the ankle." Again, Selene obeyed. It was painful but she managed a small rotation. Too small a rotation. Her ankle wasn't working properly, that wasn't good, what with her being on the run. So she tried again, causing herself increased pain. 
"Woah. Woah there. It's OK. It isn't much, but considering your injury and you walking on it, it could have been a lot worse. And it will get better. OK. We will just do some exercises every day." Cleo went through some physiotherapy exercises, making Selene move her foot in different directions and push against the pressure Cleo applied. Selene began to feel better when she saw Cleo's positive reaction to how well it went. Cleo seemed sure that Selene would improve quickly, so the pain the physio had caused didn't bother her much.

The door of the house opened and close in the other room.
"Luca, sweetie, can you get the soup on your way through for us and our guest." Cleo smiled at Selene.
"OK, Mum."
A couple of minutes later, Selene looked up as Cleo's son walked into the room and was stunned.

"Rafe."