Oh pain, what have I done
To make you my companion
Having you around is no fun
I want you gone
Rayven opened his eyes slowly, the lights greeting him with their warmth. But right now, all he wanted was to feel cold. To feel numb. Why did he wake up? He wished he had never opened his eyes again.
Skender sat next to the bed in a chair and Acheron on a coach in the corner. He was falling asleep when he saw that Rayven had woken up.
Skender loomed over him with a worried expression. "Rayven, you worried me." He said, breathing out in relief.
Acheron came to his side as well. "What did she do to you?"
Rayven saw anger in Acheron's eyes. The man never showed anger unless he was hungry. Opening his mouth, Rayven tried to speak despite his extremely dry mouth and throat. The words cut through him, causing him to grimace in pain, but he could barely be heard.
Acheron hurried away to bring him water.
