Orva woke up with a mild throb at the back of her head. She could not remember the last thing that happened but she remembered something colliding at the back of her head, the details were blur and inconsistent.
"Ow!…" She groaned in pain.
"Better halt where you are, we don't have enough ice to ice your head." Came Mindy's voice in the background. Orva tries to sit up but the throbbing made it almost impossible, so she decided to stop moving for a while until her senses cleared.
"Did you really think you could run off after coming this far?" Donald scolds her angrily but Orva didn't answer. "I had to talk to my friends who were going to help-"
Donald rants about her unaccepted behavior but Orva wasn't paying much attention. Her focus was on her surrounding, she noticed the unfamiliar tables and straight up seats which resembled chairs from a plane.
"Baby, I told you she was going to be thorn in the flesh." Mindy points out.
