I am jolted by the loud bang on the door and then the lights flood the space and I wince, shielding my eyes.
Cory is on my line of sight and he is picking me up, saying something, but I can't quite hear what he is saying. My whole attention and energy is focused on the fact that I don't want him to touch me or hold me. I realize I am pushing him away, but I am so weak I am barely able to do anything. He carries me to the bedroom, and on the bed.
My curtains are not drawn, the room is dark. He goes to open them and I say no but he does it all together.
The light stings my eyes and I fall on the bed, covering y face with a pillow, shivering. I am so cold.
"You are not getting better," he says in a matter of factly. I would roll my eyes but I can't, even that makes me exhausted.
"How long have you been there? I was worried sick, thinking something happened to you again," he goes on.
