Ivan
"Ivan, wake up," A familiar voice commands, but I'm still holding onto the warmth and comfort of the tent and the fire. I don't want to wake up. "Ivan, please. You have to wake up."
Was that Jessica?
My eyes open slightly, but the light hurts, so I try throwing my arm over my head but find that I can't.
Something's holding me down, and it makes me sleepy. It's soothing and envelops me like a blanket. Yet, when I try moving, it burns my skin. I hissed, the pain almost unbearable. The second I stop moving, the pleasant calm washes over me again, and I start drifting back to sleep, but whoever's trying to wake me up begins to shove me. I try to growl, but it comes out as a gruff moan.
"Ivan!" Jessica hisses angrily, shaking me so hard that I fell off my cot.
That did it.
